The Mirror

the watchers are staring
through the door we left ajar

i guess they see it coming
they say it is'nt far

the watchers are in hiding
in the forest of their thought

they look at us and wonder
if it all is done for naught

tunnel vision of the mind
moving on so fast

the future slowly changes
the present to the past

we see them looking in
and know the're seeing through

but its really just a mirror
of ourselves in close review.

1992