I have a fear, an irrational one.
But it glows in me deeper than the sun.
A fear of looking in to a mirror
I'm afraid I am a sinner.

Why mirrors? I have been asked,
I believe they have been sinisterly tasked.
When I look into one and I stare back,
I ask myself sharp as a tack.
One question I really dread,
But for far too long has been said.

"With all the life that you had,
All the times happy and sad.
After all the things you had to take and give,
My friend did you really live."

I'm have always been afraid answering that,
My voice refuses to be flat.
What have I really done?
Have I really come undone?

A rat race that I voluntarily stepped into,
A fallacy that was committed unto
Myself, I really wanted to be offbeat,
But instead here I am taking the heat.

But then I think about the happy times,
When I sat around and made stupid rhymes.
I loved a girl and was loved in return,
For all of that my life sweetened.
I made friends I made people smile.
Even if it was for a while.
I had fun , I grew a lot,
Not just in age but mind and thought.

So maybe my fear is dwindling how,
Perhaps I am not afraid to face mirrors now.
For the next time my reflection stares back,
I can answer myself sharp as a tack.

"With all my life that I had,
All the times happy and sad.
After all that things I had to take and give,
My friend I did....I did really live"

-Vagabond

This thought always astounds me so,
It has to be the greatest show.
How every atom that life is made of,
Makes you and me and all that we love.

Can be traced back to vessels that had cooked,
Within them all the bad and good.
Converting small to heavy elements,
These were stars and they made amends.

Small or massive they were formed in the fore,
And when they could not take it anymore.
They would collapse and then they would explode,
Releasing their enriched guts in their heavenly abode.

Guts that would have all that is needed,
From which life could be seeded.
And then the gases cooled and planets formed,
And in them they carried the spice of life, entombed.

So it is true don't you see,
You and I are as complex as universe can be.
As when I gaze upon the stars,
I know we are made of the same dust near or far.

And when I stare at night sky I don't feel small,
I feel rather big and tall.
For I contain the the universe in me,
As far and wide and as big it can be.

And then I smile as I know all is connected,
You me and the stars included,
We are relevant and connected just across the bend,
Isn't that all we are searching for in the end?

-the vagabond