With watery eyes you study your soul
In the mirror of minds – many look, few see,
And fewer still accept that which is, which will be;
Instead they turn their empty windows, their dead coal
Ember eyes, to desolate landscapes – refusing
Knowledge and truth, living a superficial lie.
You, however, part the veil of quicksilver, try
Landing on strange soils beyond the mirror, confusing
As it may seem; experiences anew lead you
To a door marked “Do Not Enter” – disobedience can
Be rewarding, yet painful, and knowledge flows through
rivers, twin rivers, down your cheeks, and they span
Years of sorrow, fear, happiness, emotive forces few
And many – reward for bravery: life’s mystery’s clue.