More Than Looks

Wishing I could pick up the pieces
Of what was left.
Looking in my hands,
I envy the life looking back at me
When did my life go astray?

It all seemed so simple then
No puzzle or mystery
Then life shifted
In a direction I wasn’t ready for

There was no one clear road
It became a twisted, labyrinth
With no end in sight

Too many errors and defeats
I can’t turn the clock back now,
For it is too late

To save my future
One must believe in fate
And look to the present
To remember the past.

I am hesitantly piecing the mirror back together
Until I recognize the reflected image
It will always be a struggle over
Which side shows