I stand before the looking glass, staring at this image of me
Time has come to rest, lives locked away, my memories will be the key
Pressing my finger to cold glass the image begins to swirl
In this current edition of the book, I have loved and lost the girl
Delusions swirl that I can change my past to prevent the pain
Locked away, in a cold dark cell, I bare the label of being insane
The past can be altered but what affect will it have on all
Do I roll the dice and take another chance, or do I let the chips fall
As sit and write this poem, as my mind begins to clear the mist.
The realization is, if I change this life this poem will never exist.