Mirrors Life is a runaway fairground ride One day you climb, the next you slide; The merry-go-round, the dodgem car Then the roller-coaster's where you are One day your life is calm as can be Run on rails that you can see, The cogs turn nicely at a steady rate But you know you never CAN trust fate! Round the corner then up you go Exalting over the earth below You soar and swoop, feel so alive But then before you comes the dive. Plummeting to the ground you fall, No air to breathe, you lose it all, You cling on tight, your fingers bunch, You're lucky if you keep your lunch! With spinning head you disembark And,looking wildly round the park, Grab a seat as a safety net But that is boring, so up you get And climb aboard a carousel It's spinning round but, what the Hell, Rising, falling, gathering speed, Soon your ears will start to bleed! Then the Ghost Train grabs your eye, Demons and skeletons flying by, Let dead things pass and soldier on And head towards the House of Fun. Mirrors here distort your view, You're not the person that you knew; Beneath your feet the floor does shake You trip and stumble till you take The exit that looks safest then You find the Hall of Mirrors again! Your image is everywhere but you can't feel Which one of them is really real. Is this me, or that one, there? Look wildly round, then stop and stare Perhaps those images have facets Which together make up ALL your assets Each one shows a different side They're mostly good, no need to hide, Put segments together to form the whole Then realise YOU'RE IN CONTROL.

The Bard of Broughton Astley