Windows to different worlds
No two the same
Interpreting reality
Contorted, beautified
Two ocean suns merge
The bottom more vibrant
Than the one above
Yet not as real
What seems real
Is just another reflection
Of what, who knows
An infinite number of reflections
Into eternity, the source lost
Memories of feelings
More real than the feelings
Morphing into new realities
A brief glimpse in the passing window
A woman sad, disturbed
I turn to see, but she was an illusion
Then I forget
A weathered face emerges
From my bathroom mirror
Its best years spent
Focusing on the unimportant.
Time lost. Regrets.
They said life is hard
So I made it so
And now it’s gone.