Mirror

What if you could meet yourself,
What do you think you'd say?
Would you approve of what you say and do,
or see things another way?

One day I was walking down the street,
and I saw a man I thought I knew.
People laughed and whispered as he went,
and most of what they said rang true.

Suddenly I stopped and turned,
to see where he might go.
I followed him for blocks and blocks,
to where I did not know.

Finally he came upon a broken life,
of pain and wasted years.
I watched as opportunity passed him by,
while he was paralyzed by fear.

I went to try and help him up,
with all the promise of the world.
He struggled against my gentle hand,
screaming hysterically about a girl.

I explained it was not what he lost,
that made him feel this way.
It was that which he had never found,
that made his world so grey.

When I told him of tomorrow,
and a life he could not dream.
He told me of his filthy day,
seemingly impossible to clean.

I introduced myself as me,
and where I could be found.
I stole one more familiar glance,
before I left him upon the ground.

One day I got a call from him,
suprised to find that he was I.
We met together at the truth,
now we soar throughout the sky.