Why do you play with fire
When you can’t help getting burned?
Why do you give your trust away
Before it has been earned?
Why do you let your thoughts
Run away on a wild horse?
Why do you take a swing
Without looking at the course?
Why do emotions’ waves
Roughly wash you out to sea?
Why don’t you learn to ride
The storm out peacefully?
Why do you do the same thing
And expect a different end?
Why do you think your fantasy
Is just around the bend?
I am a mirror, a looking glass
I copy you while you go past
I’ll show you what you want to see
Without ever showing me
I am a shy chameleon too
I change from green to brown to blue
I’ll be okay if I blend in
Hide beneath a shifting skin
I am an unformed lump of clay
I’ll mold to any shape you say
I cannot harden into me
Since I’ve no unique form to be
I am a frosty icicle
A brittle, cold, transparent soul
Drips of past that caught and froze
I’ll melt away if you get close
Reflect, refract, reform, react
Will I ever see how to be me?
Lines of ink on paper sheets
Are all I have to mark the trail
From me, from here, to you out there
Just a letter in the mail
You tell me snatches of your life
Some general, some in detail
I try to read between the lines
In your letter in the mail
In turn I send you bits of me
A window to my life unveil
Though all you see is through my eyes
In my letter in the mail
Maybe one day we will meet
Face-to-face complete the tale
Of stories sent across the sea
All our letters in the mail
I stand on the edge looking down in
So dark, so deep, nowhere to begin
I step back away, I’d rather just hide
Than have to go on to the unknown inside
I could turn my back and just stay here
It’s nothing exciting, but nothing to fear
But I take the first step down into the dark
Feeling for a rung, a ladder, a mark
I stumble at first, I slip and I stall
But I know if I keep holding on, I won’t fall
I find my footing – now I can see
What all the darkness was hiding from me
For you have to step into the darkness before
Your eyes can adjust to see the next door
Pitter patter goes the rain on my umbrella
Sniffing about the brave heart who ventured out
To explore a new place today
Splash goes the rain on my shoes, my legs
Sneaking around the edges of my jacket
To leave its mark on the moment
Ripple goes the rain in the sidewalk puddles
Toying with the distorted reflection of the world
To prove the volatility of reality
Prickle goes the rain on my cold, damp skin
Running silvery paths down my fingertips
To seek its next stop in life
