Mirror, Mirror

I remember you and who you use to be.
So loud and outspoken yet sweet with a sugar potency
Dancing with the ticks of time like "what is left of me".
But Yeah,
I remember you. 
I know
I see.

Your aging in reverse yet your spirit grows to different levels.
As if your a mountain bike that's missing both its pedals,
As if your in 1st place and waiting for the medal,
As if your voice echos yet you hear only trembles. 

I remember you being hugged up with solitude.
The emptiness in the room holds you with magnitude. 
Just lose that attitude,
the world aint mad atchu.

Your being that one light in a darkened corner. 
Your being the last flick like a Bic in some water. 

I wish you remembered you like I do. 
But your just a piece of a glass reflecting what I choose.

But Yeah....
I remember you.