A reflection of myself is captured bit by bit
As I look intently to the changes of lines and how they fit.

I can also see the chaos as it tells of my surroundings;
All the bits of forgotten bliss now occupies my musings.

The past has a story to tell as the glass reflects its wisdom
Only the daydreaming intellect can tell of it's two kingdoms.

They co-exist to provide a calm to the one reflected there
To see the reverse, a world apart, as the abyss reflects the stare.