Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
It’s like we set off all alone,
headed due north away from home,
“Hey sailor,” you wrote. “Where you goin’?”
Out to sea without a compass
we couldn’t hope to be gone long,
but life moves fast and without an anchor
the price of land is worth more than cash,
a carbon copy of me,
you did what you knew you shouldn’t,
like paper when it gets wet and its ink bleeds,
I look at you and you at me and together
we realize that we’re both in need of something.
Out in the distance
is 5 years down the road,
the North Pole gets way too cold,
and in temperatures like these
the icy water will sooner or later have to freeze,
like when I said no one reads
it didn’t mean I was quitting,
I was referring to the Titanic
and its sinking,
you knew how to bring me to my knees,
to be meek means
learning how to carry a big stick,
but knowing when to keep it sheathed,
the difference between
smelling the roses
and looking to nostalgia
is to locate
where home is,
we stand on the shore of eternity
and look to where our ship should be,
binoculars up, looking out, can you see it?
Don’t be forlorn
because I hear a fog horn,
and just when you thought
we were down for the count
I spotted a lighthouse,
we all want someone
to tell us it’ll be ok,
but when that day came
I was gone
and you were forgotten,
excuse me,
but did you have something to say?
It’s not by chance
that at the brink of death
we were pulled aboard,
I can juggle three things,
but add a fourth
and we’ll steer starboard,
watch out for the iceberg,
because like me
the majority
resides underneath.
After weeks at sea
and what feels like years on the beach
someday sometime is bound to happen,
but even if it doesn't, hasn’t this been fun?
Time spent alive amongst the dead
is like borrowing interest free
from the money tree,
and it happened fast,
but we’ve become giraffes,
summertimes here
and with these long necks
not only can we drink,
but we can reach
and to answer your earlier question,
“To the top of the world.”