MIRRORS
When did you become windows?
When did you stop being,
Glass that held only,
An image of myself,
When did you become windows?
And when I look into you,
I see through you as if,
You were just glass,
When did you become windows?
Yet you begin to hold,
All the limitless possibilities,
Of what if and what could be.
When did you become windows?
Where you gather the strength,
To raise above my head,
Everything that I am not, yet
When did you become windows?
Because you keep showing me,
Visions of a life beyond the me,
That stands before you
When did you become windows?
If all I wish to see when I look through you,
Is myself, as I am, here and now,
Why is it, I no longer see that?
When did you become windows?
Because I am sick of only seeing,
All the things that are beyond me,
And I would like to just be,
Why do you become windows?
When all I am asking for,
Is mirrors
~Frankhie
