22 October 2012
In my dream I'm sitting in a room, The claustrophobic walls resemble a tomb, For as far as I can see there is no door, So I sit aimlessly on the concrete floor, In the deafening silence I have room to think, This dream has no meaning and I find no link.
Then I see, the once solid concrete walls begin to morph and change, The size and the height start to rearrange, That's when I notice the rectangular shape of glass infront of me, A girl facing me is all I can see, She appears to be crying, And her soul is slowly dying.
She has a plump belly and an ugly face, She wears a pretty dress made with intricate lace, I move to comfort her, The same time her image begins to stir, And as I lift my arm she does so too, And I cant help but think we're rather alike me and you, I wonder if your like me on the inside, So afraid of what people think-that all you want to do is hide, If only everyone had the same outer shell, Then nobody would have to live a life of consistent hell, Everyone would see that personality should be viewed as something much dearer, And this I believe, is the beauty of a carnival mirror.
Carnival Mirror • Opuss № I