The big picture only shows a static image,
and it’s still not enough to learn from.
Ambiguity lived in a constant rotation that only seemed to increase with speed and regularity, no longer finding the same beauty that once awoke him in the early hours to gawk through his window in awe upon and in so he was forced find more windows.
Mazes upon mazes of glass mirrors
Wrapped inside a house of cards
Finding yourself amidst the fog and the confusion
Ever so gently as to not sweep the entire masterpiece away
All that you have…away
Judge wisely, dear girl
The King could knock down more than just the masterpiece
Think for a spell
And your entire world has gone to hell
To get a smile out of your misery; they laugh, they laugh
One reflection smiles back confidently
While another shakes its head; avoiding your gaze
Is it right? Was it right?
Never-ending twists, unforgettable turns
Will we ever find the way, away
Or such is life?
In a not-so-constant house of cards
Will we ever find the escape?