when i see the mirror
two dots connect the light
and the erring in my thoughts
the reflection so false
i look at the mirror
to see myself
nothing else
seems so blue
in an ashen sky
winter never seized to play with my mind
the mirror doesn't translate
but to tear myself apart
ah, ludicrous and meretricious
why won't the mirror sway
change into a chipper play
nothing seems to change
when i stare at the mirror