I looked into the mirror’s eye
And saw a bird fall from the sky.
Always cautious and afraid to die,
It never learned how to fly.
I looked into the devil’s nest
And saw a god at ease and rest.
Always happy and very blessed,
It never dared to protest.
I looked into emptiness
And found plenty there to possess.
For I had more in having less –
Freedom, love and tenderness.
I looked into empty space
And saw no mark of any trace.
If treason was a warm embrace,
Then hatred is beyond disgrace.
I looked into the ocean’s waves
And saw that kings were former slaves.
Nothing matters and no one saves
Those who leave their empty graves.