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One Day
One day, standing in front of my dimly lit mirror
I had an epiphany of sorts you might say
As I stared into my own eyes.
Where has that baby-blue era gone?
What relativity is there in forgotten memories?
Deep I went into those retinas; lost,
Consumed in the abyss, that tragic tunnel
Like a subway, image destinations, I arrived
Collecting data passengers, input for the soul,
Slowly, but steadily picking up the pieces.
On and on I went through this subway.
Kodak photos laid out at every stop.
Mishaps, failures and embarrassments to boot;
Buddies, parties, and pops boarded
Bringing six-packs and the usual variety of self help tactics.
But somewhere along the way something changed.
Midway in what I thought was an endless journey,
This terrestrial vehicle ceased to halt,
Stranding passengers along the way;
Goals, hopes, and happiness left in the dust.
Faster and faster the tunnel sped
Until a circular pinhole of light blinded me.
Closer and closer, the distance shortened
Until the light paralyzed me
And then with fear I went through.
Only then did I realize I was back where I stood
Standing, staring, pale-faced and tired.
There was no more subway, and its passengers;
Just the eyes looking back at me
Picking apart the rough edges, sorting the goods.
I would not tell of my experience,
My revelation, my personal epic.
And I only tell you this now, because
Like the before, I stand now, silent and tranquil
In front of my dimly lit mirror.
