I'm staring in the mirror
Still not seeing the picture
Still not seeing life for what it's worth
Puzzled
Trying to fit pieces of a puzzle not yet complete
Must I repeat it
Not yet complete
But still I stare
Gazing at a glass
With a glare
As to think I'm am not a man
Not yet formed
Not yet born
Into a motherless world of despair
And still I stare
Am I invisible?
The question echos in my head
From all the women I've grown to love and hate all in one blink
The question echos in my head
From the emotion that no longer consume me
No heart to sooth me
As the doctor might presume me
Dead?
Yes my friend I am a man of great value
I am a man that stands on his feet
That makes possible a reality
Because the possible comes out of me
Still I stare
The picture becomes clearer now
I know what I must do
But as a man that walks in the light
I am a inventible plan
No longer will I be called an Invisible Man
