Do you think you see, with eyes up ahead,
Me or the reflection of me, in the mirror inside your heart,
Can you tell me if you see, a face or a fright,
A man or a God, a heart or only dark,
Or would you like to know,
What I think I see,
in the mirror of your heart,
Is a man who is a walking contradiction,
Who is fire, who is ice,
Who is alive and who is dead,
Who struggles and repents,
Then sins and then forgets,
A man of paradox,
A Man lost in actions,
But found in thought,
Wandering in reflections,
In other people's hearts,
When he does not himself know,
What leaves him distraught.
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