I look at my reflection
So clear in mirror
My thoughts start to wonder
And I wonder why it is so dear
Three fourths of the day
My appearance goes away
Is it that important?
Do I need to remember?
What I look like?
I think of my virtues
They're what really matter
Do people think of what I look like when they say my name?
What about Me?
Do they think of me?
The way I act?
Or my favorite food?
Couldn't the world survive without knowing what people look like?
Everyone would be beautiful and nobody "ugly".
Just think about the change
No "plastics"
And fashion wouldn't matter
I look at my reflection
So clear in the mirror
and my thoughts start to wonder . . .
