Reflective surfaces are a circus of perspectives
And when choice’s thrown in the fray
One can see oneself in either
Disillusioned or disenfranchised superlatives.
Better pastime is fancying how many stars make up the Milky Way.

What if we could stand outside of ourselves?
Solely to look at us unbiasedly
With new chaste unblemished eyes
What would we see?
Well who knows really?

It is worth a try though
A stand-alone moment in ones shoes
A little disruptive hiccup in one’s usual flow
Just to ruminate over one’s many hues.