Mirror

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Who’s the biggest fool of them all?

Actually

I think its plain to see

That the biggest fool of all is, in fact, Me.

See, I’m wandering lost

With a broken moral compass

And at what cost? Can I trump this?

It would be easier to sell my beating heart on ebay

And take the money, go to amazon.com

And buy on that’s plastic and grey

Cuz plastic takes 10,000 years to decay

Into radioactive free radicals

Giving me time to put my emotions on sabbatical

Stored in dry ice

Until they cool off

And I can keep their capricious whims from rolling a dice

Gambling and making a mess with my life

Now it just seems pointless to compose a requiem for this illusion

For I have recently come to the conclusion

Of its existence

And its tugging persistence

That everything is subjective

But I question: subjective from whose perspective?

You can look at this with the objective

Of finding a solution to my emotional pollution

But I don’t see how

because you can only fix the here and now

The past remains the same

And it would be insane to entertain the claim of otherwise

The best I can do is apologize

For the fool that is me

That I see

In the mirror.