Twisted image of the soul,

masked reflections of the mind,

this is the time for all good children

to break out of their prisons,

to seek the freedom of the times.

The time is now,

open your eyes,

turn away from that circus mirror-

of the mind,

that fractured and terrible image,

the unfound lies that it shows.

Look instead at the world around you,

the beautiful things that you can see,

the wondrous images that are life,

the hypnotic buzz of bees,

the rumble of water passing downhill,

the beauty of the world.

Look away from that mirror,

look instead at the real world

where you are as beautiful-

as the things that you do,

and nothing matters-

except the way that you act,

as you climb and claw your way-

up the ladder of life,

trying to find a niche that you can exist in.

The mad ramblings that fill your mind,

as you gaze in horror at the image-

that you have built up as yourself,

terrible, yet oddly beautiful,

something that you can't look away from-

no matter how hard you try.

Turn away from that horrible image,

that being that isn't really you,

since the being that's inside of you

is as beautiful as a star,

just corrupted by the mirror

that you use to reflect back the moon,

the twisted, elongated, corrupted image

of that circus mirror of the mind.