The man in the clouds
With open arms
Invites me for a chat.
We talk, we laugh,
There is plenty to discuss.
I enjoy myself quite a bit.
The man in the mirror
Tells a different tale.
He shows my true self.
His silence depresses me
And makes the matter seem worse.
So to this day,
The man in the clouds,
Whose sweet words
Can charm a rock,
Appeals to me,
More and more each day.
His lies get him far.
The man in the mirror
Just stares and keeps quiet.
I deny him.
