I woke and thought I saw your face in the mirror across the room,
A projection from my mind's eyes, weathered by time and stifled from new bloom.
And then as I walked through my day objects, smell and sounds stired memories,
Of distant events, some I've tried to forget and some that will always haunt me.
Sometimes it seems my life now confines my thoughts like a prison cell,
Never allowing me to escape from the past that I once loved so well.
But I would not care to travel back to the times I've lived before.
Instead I'll stay strong, try to smile, and keep searching for an open door.