THE FACE IN THE MIRROR

 
There was no sunshine but rain
There was reality, no dreams
There was few joy and much pain
I heard no laughs but screams

Should I recognize you?
You seem not familiar to me.
Is it a dream or is it true?
Is this the way it should be?

In front of the mirror I stand
but I don't know this face.
It runs through my fingers like sand
and I have no goal to chase.

Don't remember this voice
can't stand this anymore.
It wasn't my choice,
this I never hoped for!

(Lazarus in “Moonscape”)