THE MEANING OF MY NAME

Oh, but I am not a mirror.

Perhaps you loathe -

Your soul, for lacking strength

Your mind, for missing a purpose

Your heart, for its incapacity for love

But I am not a mirror.

Not to your hollowed depths

Where meaning slips through fingers

Where thoughts scatter, like autumn leaves

that crack under pressure

Where love remains an echo, unanswered

No.

I chase starlight

I chase truth

I embrace love’s wild abundance

I am not your mirror

I am my own light.

Eh bien, je suis fatigué de lui.