Mirror reflection,

Day in day out,

Same sort of thing,

Different taste.

Melancholy.

The music is the same,

Colors, stereotypes,

Ramble on.

Yet today it sits,

Like silt,

Like residue,

Like filth.

Sliding in sliding out,

Of an all too

Obvious reality.

Fight as we might,

We are stared down,

By the same weary concepts,

Faith vs. death- money vs. love- right vs. wrong

Tick tock,

Mind clock.

Awakes my sense of lingering time.

Weighing,

Balance.