Tired of looking at broken mirrors
visions of truths I attempt to amend
seeing all the might have beens
and unable to comprehend
The things I can see
Used to have meaning
The pieces no longer fit
and all the scales are leaning

Shoveling through each day
Trying to find the heart of it
Seeing all those little connections
of where my reality was split
The dirt piles and whispers
is all that I may seize
The soft silent stars
also carry my disease

I keep digging, there has to be something real
I keep digging, what can I reveal
Arms tired, back broken
everything else is too surreal
It is all becoming clearer
as I slowly reach the core
All that was and will be
anything I had, is not mine anymore

Under a soft dim light,
each memory is buried with bliss
The muscles retract by moonlight
You never said it would be like this
Could I be wrong
and dig for something that doesn't exist
or perhaps my purpose
is not suppose to be doing this

Connections from realities, disconnect
but the sun sure does feel like a friend
I wish no longer to reflect
the colors of this time I spend
Digging up ships that have wrecked
from a life that I do not attend
I am tired of looking at broken mirrors
reflections of things I do not comprehend

CR 2010