i could see the reflection; for once the blue eyes looked black   black with passion for love was always blue              that day i had heard the creak    the roof was about to fall on my head    but i stood strong    i thought and in reflection i found the way    the mirror refused to show me the path   i was numb i was lost    lost in the deep end of a swimming pool   i was never allowed to swim    the fall from the bicycle was the clue    the orange disturbed me    it was too happy     like i always confessed    a chocolate too sweet in not chocolate enough    cocoa is grown bitter    the look in his eyes as i walked into the tiny shop   the book almost slipping through the fingers    the look as i walked past    the attempt at the casual smile    the smile which was bright enough for you or me but not the sun    the orange of the sun glares into my eyes    the orange of the sun at 5 am is beautiful    the mountain mist envelopes it and delivers a glow    the sharpness dies   the fruit he wanted to eat they say    a darkness on the planet   the source of energy my race refused to adopt    the end is what i don't reflect upon   the end is what i circumnavigate    "you are the Columbus to your own land" she said    she loved me   i was not very kind to her    now i have lost the note    someone lost it for me rather   i have walked beside the lake and wondered about the wind    every time my reflection has looked into my eyes i have hid my face    i am perfect    i am not worth looking at    i am immobile   i am agile   i reflect   i live in conflict my reflection speak the truth   the water ripples