on off

i look in the mirror and. i'm weaker than my reflection, this image is all i seek, as i restlessly wonder up a peak*, so i turned it off, and on again, just like the shifting lights, of day and night in my door way, and the memory's of every thing, that's ever said en done, it makes it easier to leave it on, my another me makes me worry, a shortens* always destructiveness, as i lie in my diary, to justify the choices i make, so i turned it off, and on again, just like the shifting lights, of day and night in my door way, an the memory's of everything, that's ever said en done, it makes is easier to leave it on, it makes it easier to leave it on, it makes it easier to leave it on, it makes it easier to leave it on