Mirrors
Looking into mirrors
for that subtle reflection
but lately all that is seen
is an emerging skeleton
See this world has strained
never turned out
how ever it ever should be,
so go on fighting
Isn't that what everybody wants?
a roof over their head
someone to love
in debt until a pathetic death?
Does anything matter in the end?
gravity is pulling down
like a specimen beneath cold glass
disconnection seems to last
Wondering what is the attraction
to fall into a vein of vanity?
where is the connection,
discarding seeds of humanity?
mathiasthom
written 4/13/11
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