Who? Carmen Ward Mesmerized by beauty, Tranquilized by time and space. Fading shades of indigo, Turning into purple haze. Old forgotten stories, Of  glory, war and pride. Gripping tightly the magic sword, That holds it all inside. We are sand in the desert, Mist rising from the sea. Who was I looking at in the mirror, And who was looking back at me? Dreaming with our eyes wide open, Hypnotized by sight and sound. It becomes so easy to fly high above, When you can’t keep your feet on the ground. Thoughts and pictures, a jumbled mess, Passing by with the speed of light. Finding one’s true will in all the garbage, Has left us too tired to fight. We are sand in the desert, Mist rising from the sea. Who was I looking at in the mirror, And who was looking back at me? An ancient wisdom slumbering deep within, A book we can no longer find. Searching for wisdom and higher truth, Lead by the deaf and blind. An empty shell is looking at me, From the golden mirror on the wall. Stumbling on the inside unknown and hidden, The innocent, the wise one standing proud and tall. We are sand in the desert, Mist rising from the sea. Who was I looking at in the mirror, And who was looking back at me?