In this twilight, I sit
I sob and moan,
I wait.
Gathering strength,
I reach for the light,
Trying ....
To be happy,
Content, satisfied,
A reflection,
In The Hall of Mirrors.
Why is it me everytime ?
Why is everything,
My initiative ?
Is the romance lost ?
Is there noone,
Who sees the real image ?
The real me ?
How many days must I wait for happiness ?
