The mirror cracks a thousand times
Into tiny shards of glass
Each one resembles my life
What has gone and whats to pass
Different stories and different times
Glittering in the pieces
Situations of highs and lows
Until the my energy ceases
The largest fragment cuts me
And i'm reminded of a night
When my friends drank to much
Causing us all to fight
A tiny slither of glass
Rolls around in my hands
I think of being younger
And sailing to distant lands
All the debris is cleared
Then thrown into the bin
Amazing how nostalgia works
Whilst plans start to begin