Sunday, August 8, 2010
"Mirrors"
reɪn ʌv ˈtɛrər bɪˈgɪnz
It isn't an everyday pleasure,
To be greeted by so many familiar faces.
After all,
One has no idea where thy may land.
Simple Reflections,A inverted image of a core,
That can vary from point to point,
Just like how an object,
Can cast many shadows,
With different lighting's and perspectives.
Standing in a room,
Filled with mirrors in every direction,
Shedding light of me in every way;
How I change differently amongst different crowds,
and how I try to prevent the thin line from collapsing,
Oh, poor collision of conformity!
Any convergence will cause trouble in disastrous proportions.
The mirrors are starting to crack.
