Friday, September 17, 2010

Murky Mortal Mirrors

It seems the whole world is speaking to me
Through facial twitches and pop-up ads
I see my reflection
The universe dares me to bare my soul
But she's already captured it
Held tightly in a gravitational vice
Centrifugal forces keep me grounded
But I can't stay out of the clouds
A stranger's hand brushes my shoulder
And it all comes crashing back
Too quickly for me to react
So I plod on
Unable to reconnect all the dots
To finally see the big picture

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