Hafiz Adewuyi

The boy in the mirror

When I look at the mirror, I see a boy with a look as penetrating as the tip of the sword
When I look at the mirror, I see a boy that can pulsate with the energy of a hummingbird
When I look at the mirror, I see a boy that can be committed enough to create an invisible glider for the adventurers of the world

The boy you see often appears with a ‘the world is crashing down on me’ look;
The boy you see probably moves like he’s being drawn back by a hook;
I guess all you’ve ever seen is a boy whose imagination can’t take him far beyond what he sees in the pages of a book

The two boys are separated but by the intensity of your critical word
The strongest bridge between the two boys lies with the inventor of his former umbilical cord (and her children)

The boy in the mirror waits but for the invention of a sword; a sword that can slice through the mirror, so he can teach the boy you see how to reach the top of the world.

At the core of that sword would be the greatest phenomenon in the world: Love.