a reflection of just you.

– started writing this about a week ago, just running away from the brutal hustles.. thought i should finish somehow. so i did.

The ghosts that lurk at the back of our mind, calling us
to the past that sings of who we were, dancing at the demise of our name.

Who are we, really? Are we who we are suppose to be?
Or are we just mere reflections of history?

Certain smiles, looks and scent seem to trigger
our brain cells of what the world is,
Friendly exhortations from friends who are equally as lost as we are
tell us what to hear, what to say and how to behave.

Where are we? Aren’t we entities resulting off of creativity?
Or are we just mere reflections of the world?

i’m tired of listening to all the impostures
i’m sick of being told what to do by people
who are just equally as clueless

i’ll be deaf to them, and them.
yes, i’ll be ignorant and oblivious.

all i hear is this…

my name is the who i am in You,
and just You, only You.
because i’m just a reflection of just You.