THISISJOHN

I say all the many things
All of my hopes and fears
Wise words, widsom...
That I don't even know
Where it comes from

All of these things
I say into my mirror
My subconcious on soap-box
My inner child silent
And I really do listen

And as articulate
As I could ever hope to be
I am even moreso
When I face myself in truth
The Mirror me laughs at the real me.