Be careful With The Reflection In The Mirror

When there is no one else around and the loud crowds from the bars and nightclubs and the afterhours spots and late night places are gone away, and when the Downtown and the cobblestone streets and the streetlamps give way to morning’s light; or when the subtle nirvana ends the music and there is nothing left but muddy puddles by the garbage bags over near Mercer Street, I’d start to wonder if I was missing out on the heroic loveliness of a much bigger picture.There must be something better out here.There has to be. And I don’t know if I knew what it was or if I knew what was missing. But I always knew something was off-center or just amiss. I have no idea why I was the way I was. Everything screamed from me and yet, to me, everything I’d scream and bleed about was either unheard or minimized by the world around me.And so, I figured that I would have to train myself to be different.But I was who I was and nothing in the world could change me.I was poor and acting rich and in other…