I kneel before a lake of silver glass

I see my reflection as clearly

As my hand in front of my face

I reach out

To my identical image

My shaky hand touches my mirror face

But it wrinkles

As if cringing at my touch

The lake starts draining away

The unclear, rippling image I call my face

Dissappearing into the distance

Until it's gone

And there is no more silver glass

In the hollow lake

An empty memory

Of my unclear, wrinkled face

In the silver glass water

Life is never as it seems

For all silver glass lakes

Are hollow inside

Broken promises and empty dreams