I've imagined vanity is a delusion of sanity.
But what is empathy
if within our own reflection
we cannot see?
This smoke in the mirrors
but my vanity's been cleaned,
dust off the thoughts and
harvest them like crops
take the moment to stop-
and see:
Has your mind been decieved
by the reflection you used to see?
Let's take another puff and into the mirror
and just breathe.