A flower wilts
the sunshine fades
even the headstones of graves
will someday crumble and fall

A simple thought
refuted by a small voice
the face in the mirror
shattered by a preconceived notion
a leaf falls off a branch
because the seasons change
or because the wind convinced it to
realms beyond our own
entered only by those dreamed worthy
or by anyone with a sense
four corners make a prison
but do the walls even exist?

The girl with no face stares blankly in the mirror
not knowing what she'll do or where she'll go
she stands seemingly frozen with fear
all she knows is from this she can grow

emotions she keeps buried inside
her story she tries so hard to hide
hopeless and alone she stands
staring in the mirror to far away lands

life has a purpose this she believes
but to define it leaves her confounded
so to her few truths she cleaves
hoping one day she can be well-grounded