the same old, same old.
been there, done that, a new year
finds me still the same.
do i change my soul, my self
as i change the calender?
Did you know mirrors
live and breathe, run and shout, work
and play all around?...
memories building
a web structured by belief
light prismed, colored
grains of thought, fluid, structured
flesh of dreams made manifest
slyly pretentious
the contentious slap and stab
smiles hide knives in words
you sit, judging tone
and tenor, rhythm and pace.
you frown, as a word
tumbles into it's neighbor.
i turn, a smile on my lips.
