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Windows In The Mirror
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I walked across the reflecting pool.
The skyline extended in all directions,
perfectly straight lines extending away
perfectly smooth surfaces of buildings
Thousands of windows,
each with a person inside,
a person with a story
an entire life of experiences,
encased inside these brick walls,
not wondering about the daylight.
There was perfect geometry,
perfect rectangular eyes
that seemed to watch,
shining from below me.
This was the reflecting pool,
and the only image it distorted
was my own.
The skyline extended in all directions,
perfectly straight lines extending away
perfectly smooth surfaces of buildings
Thousands of windows,
each with a person inside,
a person with a story
an entire life of experiences,
encased inside these brick walls,
not wondering about the daylight.
There was perfect geometry,
perfect rectangular eyes
that seemed to watch,
shining from below me.
This was the reflecting pool,
and the only image it distorted
was my own.
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You know that "Don't let them change you?" thing you've heard? It's not bad advice, but given the forces that surround us, it seems impossible to follow.
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Oh, and check out The Critiquables: thecritiquables.deviantart.com… They're a good group.
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It seems that the more I listen to Tool, the more I find myself warped into the concept represented by this poem. Although I believe it is blunt: You can try all you can to stay "intact" or true to yourself, but in the end, you are the distortion with respect to the "reflecting pool", but it could work the other way around as well. That the world which is seen around you, is a figment of the mind that is distorted anyway, and so it forces you into thinking you are distorted.
Going off track, sorry about that. All in all, a good poem
Going off track, sorry about that. All in all, a good poem