He sees the reflection in the glass,
not sure what he's looking at,
it resembles his past.
But everything looks hazy,
too grimy to be real,
this reflection is faded.
The glass must be distorting,
this can't be where things are at,
he feels like crying.
This reflection is his own,
the one he does not know,
his heart moans.
He sees his reflection in the glass,
he knows what he's looking at,
a life gone too fast.
