I look in the mirror and what do I see?
To my amazement it is not me!
I turn around but see no one behind.
Where did I go, how can this be?
I look closer, deep into it's eyes.
For it is so true, they never lie.
I see much love, they are so kind.
I'm not afraid, I wonder why.
Then it occurs to me at last.
I know you, we've met in the past.
Now the memories start to unwind.
It's you, you're me, my how the time has passed.
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Does art imitate life, or is it a mere reflection of what we perceive life to be? Truth is stranger than fiction? Or is fiction truth?
We grasp at straws at times to find the meaning of life. Life would have no meaning without questions. Questions don't always have answers.
Some claim to be explorers. But are we all not on a journey? Some claim the be scientists. But don't we all have, and ask questions?
How much more really has to happen before people wake up and notice that we are indeed in the last days. The tribulations have begun.
The "Beast" has been with us now for years.We carry it's mark in our wallets and in our purses. Soon under/on our skin.
Rockefeller,Rothschild,Jesuits banked by Rome helped to found this country as a slave state to the "Crown".
Could the revolutionary war been a "false flag" ?