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THE MIRROR HOLDS SWAY…

SCENE ONE: TURN OF THE HOURGLASS… A CHANGE OF SEASONS (SPRING)
I’m sinking like a stone, my voice drowns me, falling into darkness
I’m holding back, my ship will run aground
The questions scream themselves into existence (tearing me from seam to seam), and I am oblivion itself
Who am I? What am I doing here? What have I done?
I find myself alone, with no compass to steer me
Fruition, a distant dream, stop me from going under
Scenes from a memory, and I find myself in awe of you
Trying to find my way out, it’s not too late for me,
My mentor, my maker, my abject misery, do you see me now…
Tear down these walls for me now for I hold back in uncertainty
And I find my rest, for the mirror holds sway…
(Who will turn the hourglass, to ‘flow’ yet again)

SCENE TWO: HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM (SUMMER)
Faraway lands, hold no attraction to my restless mind
Sunny, I call you… and there seems to be no answer
Nostalgic, I wade through deep waters, wolves in sheep’s clothing
What I have done yet again? Is this who I am?
I am the North Star (fixed for my thoughts stand still), and I seek no dialogue, no mercy and no respite
For I find no reason to impress, to please or to bow my knee to the white man
Stranger in a strange land, I have seen it all (and yet nothing at all)
Frankie goes to Hollywood, and I am oblivion itself
This is so hard for me, my thoughts stand still
I find myself in a web, with no compass to steer me
I choose to turn, in denial, it is worth the price I’ve paid
No one waits for you, for you walk alone in your misery
This weary soldier has made his way back home, only to find his love in the arms of another man
My mentor, my maker, my abject misery, do you see me now…
Tear down these walls for me now for I hold back in uncertainty
And I find my rest, for the mirror holds sway…
(Who will turn the hourglass, to ‘flow’ yet again)

SCENE THREE: THE HOURGLASS TURNS AGAIN – WINTER’S CHILL (THE SEASONS CHANGE AGAIN)
A new chapter, a different page to pen, I don’t like this feeling
Turning the page, I see nothing; my passion, swept away by the sands of time
Each time I speak, there’s a voice I’m hearing
It all seems real, yet so cruel to the common touch
So heavy, the wreckage of my silence, conversation fails me
My life, my pride, there is no fire, no desire to rise again
My all, has been taken away from me, and I’m to blame
Yet I see no reason to despair, for I am but nothing and yet everything
This soldier has found another love, another reason to fight, another reason to live
And the battle rages on, the scars of this war is nothing but another memory
This madness (of adapt and improvise), ushers a new era
The “fire” burns brightly, and I find myself in awe of your stolidity
My mentor, my maker, my abject misery, do you see me now…
Tear down these walls for me now for I hold back in uncertainty
And I find my rest, for the mirror holds sway…
(The hourglass never lies, I ‘flow’ yet again)

Cupid’s deceit, my weakness (Love-at-first-sight plays its part in deceit)
The slight of hand and mind, plays its part with the help of fair-weather friends
The questions scream themselves into existence yet again, and I am but a dog chained to his chains of loyalty
Reason has lost its meaning, I sink into oblivion
Who am I? What am I doing here? What have I done?
I find myself alone, with no compass to steer me
(In his wrath, my maker, has struck me down with lightning)
My pride has taken its course, my ship has run aground?
Is it my doing, this loss of bearing? This unpliable path that I take
Or do the stars have a mind of their own, or none at all
I have lost my mind,
My mentor, my maker, my abject misery, do you see me now…
Tear down these walls for me now for I hold back in uncertainty
And I find my rest, for the mirror holds sway…
(The hourglass never lies, I ‘flow’ yet again)

SCENE FOUR: THE HOURGLASS (AUTUMN)
The drama is over, for I flow again, to my choices, my fancy
An illusion that has passed me by, I can see clearer, I’m blind
Weary though I am, but rest means nothing to me, for I bend time and space
I find no reason to stop awhile, for there is more to see, experience and find…
Thirsty voyager, Aquarian-like, hell-bent in the direction of his dogma
Searching for his place in this universe, in the metaphysical, on through the never
A touch of Leo has left its mark… Aries warms up to the challenge…
Libra finds all that ‘it’ sees, good, Taurus revels in her obstinacy
The half-man, half-centaur parties on through the night… finding greater truths in the passage of Pluto
Capricorn toils on, Pisces in a reverie, Gemini is still in two minds
And my search has crossed into the underworld, imagination plays a hand in it all
Where are the shores of promise?
Where is the moment when I will kiss the Earth and embrace its solidity in eternal bliss?
So many questions, this journey of Life has to offer…
All boiling down to the “right” question, where is my happiness in this strange land…
And the answer, my friends lies not in the stars, but in our hearts and in our hands
So as long as truth is upheld, and my mind remains thirsty
The hourglass will turn yet again to welcome the advent of a new season,
And I will hold my course, stick to my guns, for the mirror holds sway…
Till my life has lost it’s will to live and breath, and passes away
For the hourglass will turn again, mirage-like, for I will breathe and live to fight another day
But until then, I will find my rest, for the mirror holds sway…