In My Mirror

The mind says «yes»
The body below says «no»
The heart says «grow»
What makes a man tonight won’t show
Something is broken I don’t know
Inside myself how to make it start to go
I can’t get hard
The body replies «I can’t hear you anymore»
Awoken by a wish a prayer to proffer
I welcome with my arms, only receiving me softer
All aires, wealth, aires downstairs just melts
I try it to myself me and someone else
It’s a naked garish chant
It’s impossible when you can’t
Is this what makes a man?
Wait, ther’s life it’s alive it pulses
Aid blood and mrcy for us
All my Elvis and mother Theresa’s
O’fortuna’s carmina buranas
Then suddenly a little part of me
Should flatline and disappear