Today I found a looking glass
Along the shore of Mongouli Bay.
I thought it strange to find it there,
But amongst the waves it lay.
I picked up the glass and looked inside
To see what was reflected there.
I found the mirror image I’d expected to view,
Except of pretence it was stripped and bare
Of lies and fabrications created
To try and hide my heart,
And all the walls I’d carefully sculpted
Had been torn and worn apart.
For Mongouli Bay is where I can be
Well and truly me.
Where I don’t have to hide in a looking glass
And perfect what others might see.
That’s what I love most about the Bay,
Although I hate the beach and sand,
I can look towards the waves and dream with the wind,
But stand assuredly on the land.
Now you’ve never heard of Mongouli;
I know that’s what you’re about to say.
Nobody knows of it for I made it up,
But who knows?
Maybe I’ll take you some day.