Things are looking up,

Yet, things are looking down.

Nothing is ever clear cut

its all a blur

With the passage of time, I grow wiser and stupider at the same time. Mistake replaces mistake, each step making a new path to follow...

Lifes ever changing, ever evolving road.

A stone, water washing over, ever eroding, ever uncovering the art underneath. With jagged edges, and smooth forms. I sit. I watch. I learn. I become what I see. I reflect. But what happens to the reflection if you hold a mirror to it? Does it become infinity? Does it become gray?

Or does it cancel out the relfection and uncover the true form? I have form and yet remain formless. I am confident, yet I tred cautiously. I am under the rock, in your closet, under your bed and behind the bush. I breath in with each gust of wind, and exhaul with the passing bird.

Do you see that twinkle in my eye? Most people can't see it. They pass it by, its dull to them. The keep walking, a sour taste in their mouth. This is my life. This is my stone. Welcome home.

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