Is it love, is it anger
is it fright, is it madness
Is it me or is it you
Is it a moment or an eternal awe

A mirror says a lot
but what if it is a lie?
Am I being fooled, or so I may think

I am anxious, I am a mere human
Embarrassed I stay low
My eyes bear witness to my soul

Brutal and bare, relations and feelings
the invisible thread, the stare of a loved one

hold onto to your seats
the show has just begun