Within my muttled mirror
of this faded reality
I've painted a picture of
my unattainable dreams

Within my muttled mirror
everything is perfect
everything real
everything is as it seems.

Oh but I am not the resenance
of pigment and solution

Oh but I am not the resenance of these my angellic dreams

I'm forever trapped on the other side of my pastel painted reality
Entaggled within this, my world's fringed and frugle meanderings
Trapped within my opressor's lashing lies.

Within my own reality
I waste away
for I sit here
In front of my muttled mirror
day to day
Filled with silent hope
Wishing for a way

A way to excape my pressing nightmares
A way to become that which I have created
A way to untangle myself from this depressing existence..
and forever excape into my painted picture
My pastel dreams
that lay on the other side
of this, my muttled mirror.





 
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