Go chase yourself down the hall of mirrors,
Marvel at your self-depicted beauty,
Those self-inflicted class barriers you hide behind,
Strong and serious, taking yourself to new levels of unknown glory.
Pout pout, gloss gloss, have to look good now,
Your common crowd of onlookers await unsuspectingly,
While on the stage for one your show begins,
Trapped, performing, in your hall, you won't set yourself free.
Narcissus fell beyond his shadow into his own grave,
Just like you, bold flower, will be dirty earth one day,
Though there's not much that's certain in life, one thing is for sure,
From you, your mind, your focus, your love, will never go astray.
The transparent glass will one day break,
Forever, you can't hide,
And then we'll see the sinner's fall
You set yourself up for with pride.