Reflection reflection
tell me your name
Perfection perfection
the apple of my eye
Glassy wisdom
with a touch of hope
A pencil creates the meaning
But the hand is the meaning
You’re future, my future
connect them like old fassioned phones
Two seperate things
but they hold the same thoughts
Capture the moment
like a little, sweet bird
softly, with cupped hands
Feel it’s heart beat.
Reflection reflection
tell me your name
Perfection perfection
the apple of my eye…