I lose the tightest knots,
Life is a mirror,
Every day we come before this mirror,
We look to be satisfied with our image,
The same way we live to gain satisfaction;
I point in his way,
He points back at me,
I speak and he speaks back at me,
What we see is a reflection of us,
What we say is a reflection of us;
And refuse to see it in myself,
Should a man’s hat reflect black in the mirror,
And he says no
His is white? ;
I shall dust it off before I leave,
Oh, the design of my native attire is good,
I will tell you where I bought it;