Reflection

The rain is falling down now
Its the one you've waited for
The one, to make you feel like your still here, anymore.

And when, it comes to pass you will fall, to, the floor.

Is it any wonder why you try, so hard, to be
What everybody else, wants, you to be.

You sit, staring, at yourself in the mirror for hours
Waiting, for something brilliant to happen
And when, when it does, you will be old
You'll be old you'll be grey, you'll be, just like
dust.

And when you fade, you'll fade away.