How does one recognise themselves in a mirror? Is it by joy or is it by fear?
What do we think when we look into our eyes? Who governs the behaviour, Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde?
Do we percieve ourselves as other people do? Or do we find a Saint where others see a Fool?
A Fool I'd rather be, beacuse I cannot pretend... I find it odd this life, I'd rather not have to continually defend.
