I cannot look my reflection in the eye.
Because he knows what I have lost.
My beard grows, because I cannot shave.
It covers my face like moss.
Its difficult to see behind me,
Without a looking glass.
But I cannot look my reflection in the eye.
He will not let me pass.
He is a different man than I.
He smirks, while I frown.
He thinks, \"You\'re lost, aye\".
While I think, of a way around.