Reflection

It's hard to take a hard big look at yourself

The reflection is sometimes wavy

Sometimes changing, sometimes stagnant

Like the ocean waves, it comes and goes

Depending on events and demented circles

Color me blind on my appearance but don't lie about my reflection

I know sometimes it sits on top of piles of garbage and flies die and scatter under them

The black bags filled with teeth fallen from many dreams

You combat your kin yet you think it justifies the means

And the reflection never withers until you take a hard big look at yourself one winter morning

And lord knows, there's no last supper

No way to sacrifice your bridges 

No, it's a beginning