The ache was only a mirror
A hard glass wall of fear
A trick of the light
To obscure my sight
And keep only sorrow near
The wish was only a star
A twinkling glow afar
A promise of light
That blinks out of sight
A distracting repertoire
The life was only an act
A shell with stuffing packed
A play thing too light
To keep within sight
And let me keep hiding from fact
