Bruk then me.

I search relentlessly for a panel to channel insight-
My shirt of skin protects my souls axel from everyone in sight-
My heart of my sleeve for the rows to see-
Depression ricochets like blue between the sky and the sea-
Learnt a lesson the day I purchased a reflection at the garage sale-
Useless to those who use brail for detection, like a four-way wind barrage on a sail-
When my shadow saw whom he was following, I was left abandoned-
So I can focus on my mirrors output, my broken glasses have a band on them-
Before you meet the one that wrote us all, hope you've given life some reflection-
Notice that every bars ending rhyme, are all mirrored by a shady reflection-

Life's a reflection, its the visible truth of scriptures
But is it pointless, If viewed through a shattered mirror
Whats the picture, if your look disguises your intelligence
'Cuz if ignore stereotypes, the remaks would be irrelevant
Compel to excellence, as I begin to conquer perfection
As the truth ressurects, due to the truth of reflection
And its mearly my self image, and it's only mine to learn
But when I die, then all my fans and enemies, can have their turn