Reflections
Reflections
The mirror
Oh, the mirror
Such an innocuous thing
A piece of glass that reflects what's in front of it
Do I look good? I can't tell...
Do I look bad? I don't like what I see...
I see flaws!
Imperfections!!
Where did that blotch come from?
Why am I so round all of a sudden?
This thing must be warped!
Perfect, a pimple. Aren't I too old for such things??
I see what I am today
I see what I used to be
My, how the body changes!
I see where I'm headed
God! the crows feet...
Reflections of the physical, past, present and future
My but life takes a toll...
Damn thing is a time machine
Unyielding in its honesty
A truth teller to a fault
Please lie to me, I won't mind!
Now it's mocking...
I should just walk away...
Remove myself from its gaze
But there it is
And there I am
All in this sheet of glass
That makes me see, well, me.