Broken Mirror Poem by Jake Andrews

What you see in the mirror is just an illusion
For the ego hides the fact that we are human

Behind the broken mirror is where you search

Of the conception of an imperfect being

What you hear and say and think to see

An epilogue created only from perception

This perpetuation of an ill fated fact

To which we believe to be true

We cast our line into the blue abyss

And always return with less again

Grand masters of repetition and so we see
Everything is as its supposed to be

However we're never architects of the plot


As bullets fly and hit the ground they failed to seek the end
The bed ridden few rest forever yet never rise again

The nails in the wall we leave behind and never use again
Shows only time moves forward to a place where we must end