Staring Through The Mirror The Mirror Look inside me

What do you spy?

The things that I show

Are never a lie…

I can be cloudy

I can be grey

I show different things

Everyday…

You may not like the things that I show

You might get desperate

But don't get angry

Don't get mad…

For it's not my fault

It was with Destiny's might

For She made me

She made these things appear in sight…

I can show the past…

The present you might often see…

You might see the future…

But don't be too keen…

For over me, Fate wove his pain…

You might get stuck somewhere

For He and Destiny can over run

And when they do…

Don't fall to their evil lair…