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As I look into the mirror of life

I loathe the reflections I see

Painting by numbers – robotic existence

A servant who is made to believe

Sunday’s – Saint Vincent – since I was a child

Joyed to be blessed with such things

An altar boy aid-serving Father McKenzie

Like a puppet who dangles from strings

In visions past

Could not believe

That I could live another way

My God remains

If nothing’s changed

Why don’t I feel the same way?

Same way!

In visions past

Could not believe

That I could live another way

My God remains

If nothing’s changed

Why don’t I feel the same way?