Endless Reflection

Man, you know how often each of us stare into the mirror image of yourself?
Looking at the soft silhouette that lines against the monitor, phone, or projector that we never truly escape.



Some days I look at myself and think how much different I would of been if maybe I followed through with some forgotten pursuits,
Chasing towards some of the darker influences that linger around waiting for you to succumb
Like a firecracker you want to mute



I’m glad the people that surround me don’t try and hold me down
Suffocating my attempts at reaching my destined crown
Like buds lost to winter, together and cold
Till our last days of old