The mirror...

As I set out to seek your face all I find is the reflection of my own. Covered with imperfections that mirror the condition of my soul. High and low I have tried to reach you, while all the while my arms have not left my side. While my mind wanders every corner and searches without ceasing. I have confined you to a dream and lost the meaning of life. I have kept you crucified. Let me awake from this nightmare of things to come and finally walk again… and forever.