Dialogue with reflection

as i sat by the pond
i saw the reflection of myself..
i seems not to know that it was own self any more
the ripples on the water caused by the gentle wind
made it harder to see the apparition on the surface
it seems like a totally another man

gone were the days where you are sure of oneself
where confidences fly high
like soaring of the majestic bald eagle
nothing seems impossible to me
and nothing seems to break my spirit
like a teak wood
it takes a very sharp blade to cut this weary self

as i prodded myself on that calm water
its just a shadowy figure of myself
while the backgrounds were bright and light
im just a blur image on that jaded pond

i wish life has been abit gentler on me now
as i reach my half mark of this life
the more i wish my kinship to be closer
the farther they are spreading like the doppler effect
getting farther far and wide

its hard to hold everything with these rough hands
it feels like jello
so hard to keep it together and you end up spilling some
but there are still much to save
and im counting on the one that i managed to hold
to keep me going for the last miles

i looked at myself at the pond
there so much beauty to it
its not whats on the pond that i should be thinking about
but the marvels that it holds outside of it

i may not be that comfortable with what i have to go through
but im grateful that it is the best that i can achieved
it may not buy me a jetplane or a burj
but its sure feels comfortable more than a neverland

so as i looked again at the pond
i didnt see myself as what i want
but all the ripples and changes to the silhouette
makes me truly realise that
that i should be just what i am.