Staring at the mirror with the broken glass he sees perfection;
He sees a man who can stand on his own two feet, already knows his true destination;
Never needs to ask for direction, for what reason? Everyone else is a distraction;
Take action on his own time, arrogance is his gold mine;
No need to look within because he can see others faults through his own eyes;
Surrounded by such negativity in the world, he stays in his room;
Constantly staring at the mirror with the broken glass, his treasure, his precious;
With a mirror like this why does he need to share it?
