Beneath A Glassy Veneer

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who is this stranger standing tall?
Is he child?
Is he man?
Does he have a god given plan?

I wonder, does his heart beat true?
Or does he strum to a different tune?
Is he righteous?
Humble to the brow?
Can he turn a stubborn smile right-side down?

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who is this stranger standing tall?
Is he brave?
Is he timid?
Perhaps, his eager heart blinded?

I wonder, where do his morals lye?
Will he ever know the spoils of a true lovers eye?
Is he passionate?
Sensible to fight for what he seeks?
Or does he strive where a lovers arms may never reach?

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Who is this stranger standing tall?
Is he rabid?
Is he naive?
Could this fellow be in search of a new found reprieve?

I wonder, does he teeter on the brink?
Does he dot the sky with an indelible ink?
Is he in need of a guiding hand?
Struggling to see in view the end?
Will he now give into time the will to mend?

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Who is this stranger standing tall?