I am a distorting mirror
Twisted by constant use.
I am invisible,
You don't see the dried husk
Of mummified ambition
That stares at me.
The mirror has cracked but
The image remains,
As the edges tarnish.
Twisted by constant use.
I am invisible,
You don't see the dried husk
Of mummified ambition
That stares at me.
The mirror has cracked but
The image remains,
As the edges tarnish.





Wrong turns at the bottom of the Sideway slip road could result in a soaking.
