hi said my eye.

as it spied into a deep sigh.

bye bye made me cry.

it’s all too much.

this funky lil’ touch.

ain’t making the reasoning, seasoned!

just stale and frail like a ship that’s sailed.
missing are the memories detailed.

until found in the scaled, ballet of mirrored affirmation.

it’s often been repeated in class halls, and graffiti stained walls : “with determination and affirmation, you can reach your destination.”

but how can one answer, for the windows view – if the outside reflection, becomes true enough – to undo?