Mirror (pt. 2)

One of my more...introspective adventures I wrote a while back. Although there are a few faults in regards to the structural layout, these poems are dear to me.

In heart of an infinite reflection, there’s a cold stare

A glass presenting a seemingly lost adolescent

Where, when, and why have tides turned?

Curses, pity, hatred, emotions point at “I”

If life is a rhythm, shouldn’t experiences be recycled?

Out the eyes of one is a rippling shore, grains of sand in disposition

Does it matter who will last if there was never a first?

An Italian traveler, a queen who conquered continents

Mind going at twelve thousand miles per second

Staring for thousands of years in less than a minute

“Why is life so cruel, no, why are you so cruel?”

The still gaze of hate goes soft, defeat envelopes

Why are these eyes mimicking the storm?

The soft expression looks at the symbolic glass

Staring back is a being weary from war of self

“You don’t deserve this; you don’t need this evil”

Looking back, the past is the past, so now is now

The realization, coupled with a broadened mind

Sequels a breakdown, “enough of this, be happy

“Entitlement is one thing, a base is another”

Not thinking in a line, but mustering up

There is a reality: to degrade or upgrade

The phenomenal contraption, the human mind

Typical, yes, but love is what was always absent

Love? Indeed, the true form and face of “It”

Blasted by the power of pristine being

“Chance or intention? Why not both?”

Brahman, Jehovah, consciousness, infinity and zero

Collisions and repels, inhales and exhales

Meeting and separating, like birth and death

We are everything and nothing; no need to fight

One with the infinite contradiction, “I” smiles

Embrace the young man who lost his way

Embrace the person who denied what he is

Embrace the faults, perks, and little things

That make up you; this form will only last so long