Do you think that you can be
something other than what you see?
For seeing is believing they say
and so I'll skip the mirror today.
I will not see who I've become.
I'll forget for a day what time has done.
For time's not as gracious as I thought.
It's taken its toll and so I'm caught
between the devil and the deep blue sea
wondering what's become of me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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