You’re my best pal,
My steadfast companion,
After I see your reflection within the mirror I recognise myself,
And, get caught in a swirl of illusions.
I’m the soul and you might be my bodily self,
The best reward that’s at all times with me by way of this transitional section,
I have a look at you with love and admiration and at all times assume you might be me,
How unsuitable I’m.
Sure, typically I neglect that you’re as pure as the intense mild of my Greater Self,
I ignore your warnings and misunderstand your indicators,
And I punish you so typically, pondering I’m indulging myself,
However you aren’t the actual me.
It’s true that ours is a relationship cast in hearth,
A love-hate that’s typically inexplicable,
However you might be my companion until my final breath,
And my identification for the world round.
Nonetheless, to recognise myself I’ve to look past your reflection,
To find myself I’ve to interrupt freed from the phantasm,
To like myself I have to delve inside my unknown sacred house,
I have to see my True Self with my internal eye.
