Where I See Myself
06/-4/2014
 
The human soul is a house
A house of many rooms
There is no life other than what is given
And in these rooms there are many doors
There is no light other than what little shows
And through these doors there is no getting out
There is no death other than the end of the line
And inside I can see there’s nobody else
That there is no love other than love lasting forever
But inside I know there are many ghosts
And remorse is leaving me never
And in this room there hangs a mirror
There is no optical sense,
But I hear the sound of the leaver
Where I see myself, I am trapped forever!