Cruel truth, so stark, so bare,
His own reflection brings despair.
Chasing heights that none attain,
A dream-born peak—a scaffold slain.
Each flaw he seeks, each crack, each stain,
Carved in stone where doubts remain.
A twisted mind, a phantom plight,
A grand illusion veiled in light.
But does it not go further still?
Perfection lures, yet breaks the will.
A hollow quest, a bitter snare,
A shield to mask a vacant stare.
To live where halves will never meet,
Perhaps the truth lies in defeat.
And when at last he dares to see,
The mirror fades—he drowns, set free.
Here’s The Original Version in French
Narcisse
Cruelle vérité,
Jamais,
Dans son reflet ne s’y complaît.
Viser constamment la quintessence d’un sommet fantasmé,
Réalité amère d’un échafaud ébranlé.
A s’y trouver des failles,
Des défauts puisés dans des racines de pierre,
Nées d’une déviance de l’imaginaire,
Une illusion de taille.
Et même, n’irait-ce pas plus loin ?
À guetter sans fin une perfection illusoire,
Celle qui paralyse chaque action,
Juste un prétexte à nourrir son dédain.
Vivre dans le manque d’une dualité,
Voilà peut-être la vérité dissimulée.
Et quand enfin, oser se contempler,
Le miroir se trouble— je tombe, je me noie.
🔎 How often do we chase a perfection that only exists in our minds? Do we fear imperfection, or does it serve as an excuse to remain motionless?
💬 I’d love to hear your thoughts—how do you navigate between self-improvement and self-acceptance?
Peace and bliss!
Aaron.
Bliss, your lyrics
Ah, been there; done that. Quite flower i flashed in my lape. Just about drowned looking at my reflection in the water.
Much lighter note, leopards can chagne their spots: they must die to be reborn. Maybe i did jump in creating a myth.
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