Work in Progress

REFLECTION ON SELF
On the mirrors of my mind
With hands in pockets and images in frames
I see the idea
Too illusive to handle
Too decisive to allow finality
Yet leads to an obvious conclusion:
Yes, it is clearly nothing, if not an illusion.
But still,
I see it casting shadows from the midday sun
Shadows that I've let fall without a care.
Knowing as I do
That where there is no care there exist no fear
That is only fair –
I suppose, but who really knows?
Only they who hide in blackened corners
Or run down lightless hallways.

Images on the mirrors of time
Passing by as if to give one last chance
A challenge-
At least I believe it so.
Looking at structures formed
From the light of many moons
Lost sands shift from bulb to bulb
Hallowed and harried feet
Fixed in a formidable gaze
Moving back and forth through an unholy maze
Time and chance is master!
And now,
Relinquish I must
That which has been procured
For ages life has moved on stages
As we perform to the glory of ourselves,
If not for others
And with each performance
Give a little less of self
But in the keeping of self
We allow for the deception of selves.
Now looking back, I see the idea
And I owe no man but me
An explanation of why I've been
As I have been to me.