Are you not the ONE?
Vaguely in my DREAMS
FRAY away not from me In your PRESENCE, my REFUGE, I seek my SOLACE
My ESCAPISM from this futile, jaded BEING
Of endless SORROW and fested with FALLACIES
Encased in a SNOWGLOBE
Imbued with LONGING
Upon the RETURN
Of your second COMING
I could no longer recognize the reflection I see in the mirror. It is going through a metamorphosis. Like a caterpillar transforming to a butterfly except that I have no idea how it will turn out to be.