Beautiful mind

I woke up this morning and couldn't believe it --
in the eye of my mirror
I saw somebody else wearing my face.

I tried to recall all that happened last night
but I couldn't see more than a trace of light
sliding out of sight.

Piece by piece, losing the sense of time,
I wonder where I've been and what I've done.

Maybe that guy who is staring at me
is the real one who stands
by the right side of the mirror and has got a key.

Maybe I'm just a cold reflection of him
in the grip of bad timing
and, captivated by the scene, trying to be here?

One more cut,
the sound of breaking glass,
I'm the one who's got to fight this farce.

Day is right, no need to run,
to face up all I haven't done,
to meet and follow the move that will know
who I am looking for.

Day is blue, no need to run,
clear and naked like the sun.
Sounds of freedom are painting the road
in the colour of gold.

As cool as the moon
and committed to go
'in a car with no name
I'm driving along the lonely river.

The outskirts of the city fading away,
deep and long lonely river guiding my way,
and I feel good

One more cut,
wakes me up and moves.
I have no fear, there's nothing left to lose!

Mile Lukic