The Pen and The Wind

The sun blazes ferociously, 
The land is dead still,
And right now, the only significance,
Is the water’s ripples.

For that water is the world’s mirror,
For it to introspect and reflect,
But ripples distort that mirror,
So what the world see isn’t real.

The world’s view becomes distorted,
As twisted as the ripples themselves,
The real picture bleeds through,
But only in tiny, clear patches.

But the ripples are necessary,
For to see a still world is no way to live,
And if you look just right,
The ripples can make a far more beautiful picture.  

Dance a halo on the surface, 
To distort the world’s mirror,
For things are far more muddled,
The more that it is clearer.  

I walked into my bathroom today, 
And before I could do anything,
I spotted my nemesis there,
Hiding behind a glass veil.  

He stood there mocking me, 
Looking hideous as always,
And making me hate him ever more,
With his despicable nature and ways.

It was torture going about my business,
With him there, mocking and judging me, 
And I sighed because I knew he’d always be there,
Unreachable, behind that glass veil.  

With your face to the mirror, 

Can things get any clearer?

When you see things as they are.                                                                                                       

But what compels you  to hold on, 

When you know your hopes are gone,

And things will never get that far.                                                                                               

Take the plunge and find out,

She never was, and never will be.

Well, you know.