mirrors

Mirrors can lie.
Mirrors do not hold the truth,
Just like words on paper do not always say what's real
That's why I read between the lines,
And look through the mirror and see lines on my face
Forcing that smile
Words dance on the paper while the painting on the wall
Waves me over to join in the party
I can't dance right now, not yet
There is always a code, something to crack
And it makes me feel like everything is thin like paper
No one is true but you, deep within your soul and brain
And nobody can see that, maybe not even you
I look in the mirror, focus on my lackluster smile
I see a girl, a woman who can't muster it
Who can smile with her eyes
And if you look closely, you will see she is falling in love
With the way the the fabric folds over her desk
The way the heat is so unbearable but at night, it almost saves her
With her fingers moving wildly with pen and paper... a dance...
An intensity that can't be dreamed up
And she is in love with the scurrying of people in a building
Angry, pushing, in a hurry ...just to make it home five minutes earlier than Yesterday
So they can sit there, on their couch staring at their ivory walls..
Searching for a reason to smile again
Children tugging at their pants, saying "pick me pick me"
I will be that smile, I will be that dance in the moonlight
It's just funny, this life...this horse and buggy
It is all laughable, the great, the wretched, the senile
And when the mirror breaks,
I will laugh... all the way to my grave