The path shined and I followed it
Who would see a reflection and not follow?
Even if the path reflected a face
So familiar, so sad; so full of sorrow
Shops selling remedies filled the sides
Mere pain killers that makes the reflected face less hollow
Not enough to draw a smile
But sure thing, enough to fix a broken spine
The blank face might be sad
But believe me; days pass giving birth to a tomorrow
Reflections of sorrow die and go
Even if the path seems cold & narrow
