The Object in The Mirror is My Soul
The journey seems endless
Speeding past those around me
Checking the rear-view mirror periodically
To see where I have been.
Events long past shrink from view
But there's something I've lost along the way
Something I can't seem to remember
A piece of myself, perhaps?
The road stretches before me
Disappearing into the horizon
As it disappears behind into the long forgotten past
Objects falling away as I pass them and many people too.
As I check the mirror once again
I see the figure of a dishevelled, unhappy man
He is familiar in a strange unearthly way
An incomprehensible but tangible feeling assails me.
I cannot stop for the journey's long
And if I slow down I'll be left behind
Until I realise much too late
That the object in the mirror was my soul.
© Myles Cook 04/12/2012
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