Mirrors Of The Mind
Fragments of memories dwell
On shattered glass like a mirror
Leading to the past.
Vivid memories live on
For some the hope it lasts
For others it’s a bad past
And few ever understand
Too many times this fragile realm
is almost destroyed
Many succeed in ending it
Others try to forget it
And too many lost it
The mind is a powerful thing
A key to many worlds
A fountain of knowledge
A past reminder but it’s also
Dangerous
The mind is influenced by mirrored
Appearances though these mirrors
Can be shattered but people rather let them continue and corrupt the way of life
These remnants of perspective
Can haunt the soul if allowed
And can be shattered if willed
The worst enemy is yourself in a sense
You can tear your soul down and become a shell of yourself
Or you can become the best version of yourself.
It all focuses on who you listen to and watch
The realm of mirrors are made by you
By expectations the mirrors form
Positive and negative
Good and bad
In any direction the form in the endless void of your imagination
The mirrors of the mind heal over time
And time is a fragile thing