rumitoid wrote:
In my mind, I am 22; my thoughts aren't aging. They have no wrinkles, aches and pains, or limiting health issues. They could do a marathon and not tire or get out of breath. They are the prodigy of Peter Pan, natives of Neverland.
But then I go before my reflection to shave in the morning and I get assaulted. Some witch has cast a spell on me as I slept that night and shriveled my appearance, like going to bed that as a plum and waking up a prune. The dichotomy of my mind and physical reality is surreal. This stark contrast is bizarre beyond any understanding.
It makes me angry and I look to blame. Wh**ever ancient culture developed this heinous device called the mirror should be loathed by all societies. There should be a universal law that mirrors are only for the young and store fronts need to reduce reflections in their glass or be seriously fined.
Then I leave the bathroom and in a few moments at the computer, return to Neverland.
In my mind, I am 22; my thoughts aren't aging. The... (
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I would that could say it even half as well.
The Man in the Glass
When you get what you want in your struggle for self
and the world makes you king for a day
Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say
For it isn't your father or mother or wife
who judgment upon you must pass
The fellow whose verdict counts the most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass
Some people may think you a straight-shooting chum
and call you a wonderful guy
But the guy in the glass says you're only a bum
if you can't look him straight in the eye
He's the fellow to please never mind all the rest
for he's with you clear up to the end
And you've passed your most dangerous difficult test
if the man in the glass is your friend
You may fool the whole world down the pathway
of life and get pats on the back as pass
But your final reward will be heartaches and
tears if you've c***ted the man in the glass.
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