A Fine Portrait of a Mirror
How are you? I’m fine
Answered me, without thinking
But I say “Me
Let’s have a look around.
What do we see?”
The ol’reliable family
Floating around like lifeless chunks of blue blocks
Rectangular… in shape… if you wonder
But me, in the mirror, not talking much, unlike Family
No friends in sight
Just thoughts, maybe
They are there, somewhere I believe
We just exist separately
My music coming from the otherworld
Holding my hand, running away into the forest
Of madness sometimes
Or mere sounds, waves on the sea
Coming to drown me
A book, in my hands
Either queues of words I am unable to see
Or words of a new moon shining brightly
The night is alright, I am fine
“Look out through the window
What do you see?”
Lives I can never get a hold on
People walking, talking, but I can’t feel them
I can’t grasp how that old man used to run around
There are birds in the sky, forced to be free
And leaves falling from trees, in agony
As far as I can see
The rain is pouring upwards
For it finally resists gravity
Something’s odd, it must be
Hey, raindrop! What is going on? I asked
“I am fine”
Me too, I said