Butterflies over bulldozers
And leveled foundations to unscripted paths
By unscripted, I mean, unintended equations with wrong numbers
you do the math
I step down in front of my mirror
as I'm reminded to check-in with myself
Taking a mental inventory of every emotion felt
but if the mirror bends...
Warmth and communication over cold guessing games
I'm the one who loves the picture in the frame
I checked my reflection and the image is still the same
I'm an avoider of restraints and finality
but with you I yearn stability
and if the mirror bends, I fear suspense
Overwhelmed by other more productive emotions
This is how to by-pass it all
If I think it then I've dealt with it
though I've never felt through the pain
So these cycles keep occurring, keep appearing
making cameos throughout life
if the mirror bends, here I stand
Here I stand without insight.
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