Mazing Mirrors

The reflection of him
In the waters of life
Refracted, sometimes by light
Or else covered
By the blanket of night
Seen by the others
Like the Maze of Mirrors
The one eagerly plays in
When one was a youngling

And now

When one is old
Or probably
Perhaps two
Stuck in the maze they are
Playing a foolish game
Of a piteous masquerade

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Well, this is my first draft again. It's not yet completely done but I guess I would just show it to my dear readers the process of it. Very raw it is, I apologise if it hurts your eyes.


Yours truly
Aristocrat