You see what you want to
Do you not understand
It matters so little
What you may have planned
When you look in a mirror
You see your own face
Pretty or ugly
The same lines are traced
Then your mind interrupts
What your eyes have seen
Only you can decide
Just what that can mean
Lost in this conundrum
Of what we wish to see
We make of everything
What we want it to be
Rew 3/17/16
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