Parallel To Myself

Monument in the Making

By Invader Mel

SUMMARY: Maybe…Dib finds something else to busy himself with other than Zim's business? Dib searches for a real purpose in life other than what he thought it was.

NOTE: This sounds good as a song done like some of Yes's stuff. I dunno.

1 Chapter One: Mirror, Mirror, Mirror Me

I look in the mirror,

And feel the image,

With a touch of the hand,

A flick of the wrist,

I feel a presence here.

I clench my fists,

And prepare myself,

For what I'm sure will come,

I open my eyes,

And realize,

I am all alone.

Carefully,

I play upon my lips,

The words I think I'll hear,

Someday,

Someday alone.

Nothing else,

Is on my mind,

Than what I know is right,

And how I should,

Guide them,

Toward my path.

My hand brushes,

Against the mirror,

Reflections seem to waver,

As they do,

In my true nature.

And life takes a turn,

Reveals to me,

The realizations,

That have,

So long eluded me.

Nothing's right,

Everything's wrong,

I'm lost in a swamp,

Of forbidden knowledge.

I cross into,

The other side,

Nothing's the same,

It's all in my mind,

That's what they say.

I know better,

Oh, how I know,

They won't listen,

To the echoes in my head,

A cacophony of noise,

The ultimate satisfaction.

Hiding away will do no good,

Life is there to be fulfilled,

Get up, on your feet,

I know, there's better things to be doing,

Than giving advice.

But that's what I'm here for,

To help other people,

Caught in the same slump,

As I am stuck,

In this reality.

I know what I've to do,

I hear it every day,

I know of something that I must do.

Note: Next couple chapters will not be in poem form unless I decide otherwise. Thank you, that will be all.