It

Which from my projection

Or my reflection

And where is reality?

One day I'm cute the other ugly...


I am the wanderer, just needed to flee

Nowhere to go and what people think of me

Like a mirror, I project and they reflect

Thus in between, reality may erect

I feel the breeze in my hair, and pearls of sweat

Moisten my temples while drops run down my neck...

Dominik Rock