I kneel before a lake of silver glass
I see my reflection as clearly
As my hand in front of my face
I reach out
To my identical image
My shaky hand touches my mirror face
But it wrinkles
As if cringing at my touch
The lake starts draining away
The unclear, rippling image I call my face
Dissappearing into the distance
Until it's gone
And there is no more silver glass
In the hollow lake
An empty memory
Of my unclear, wrinkled face
In the silver glass water
Life is never as it seems
For all silver glass lakes
Are hollow inside
Broken promises and empty dreams