If I met myself one day. Would I like the one I find? Or would I talk politely, with retreat most in my mind.
If I had to work with someone. Would it be someone like me? Or would I say no thanks, as a tried to get me free.
If I was my own best friend. Would I trust me with my thoughts? And tell me all my secrets, without fear of getting caught.
If there was one person in the world, to whom I’d never say goodbye, and walk away and never see. Would it be someone like I?
When you look into the mirror. is it really ever true, that you see the same old person, as when other’s look at you.