SHY REFLECTIONS

Words plastered into dusk
May make a perfect change
As reflections painstakingly awaits
A testimony of regrets and pains

Sometimes we’re encoded in loss
Dressed in fragments of a broken scenery
As you and I will always tend to see
The figure on the mirror as totally obscene

We may worship and whisper the shadows
While drawing lines into the dark
Or we may stare at white waters
As we search for the question mark

Those dots of shyness are rather left untouched
As we become entangled
Within the answers we find
And the truth we hide