What's there behind that veil
The curtain you draw
The walls you put up?
Does every surface become a mirror
When you're too afraid to see yourself?
Does your reflection find some way of creeping into your eyes?
Do you find yourself watching
Even with your eyes tightly glued
Knowing there is no light left in or out of you?
Where do you turn
When your feet are nailed down
And there's no other place to be