Smoke and Mirrors, Mirrors and Smoke a poem "The rest? Smoke and mirrors." - Morrowseer, The Dark Secret, Wings of Fire ~~ Is my solace smoke and mirrors? Smoke and mirrors, mirrors and smoke A gentle illusion, quelling my fears But I know that day that it disappears The birds will smell my salty tears I selfishly hoard my heart that broke But not yet, not yet, am I in the clear for my fantasy is mirrors and smoke mirrors and smoke, mirrors and smoke. The days, the days, they pass me by. I watch the sun and moon blur They blur against the sky And I ask them, "tell me why?" And I wonder, why do better when I can cry? Why go back to the way things were When I can simply learn to lie When they ask "what's up with her?" ~~ End.
