pardon me ma'am can you or anyone tell me what's the depth of perception in a human reflection if you fail establish even the slightest connection with the standoffish stranger blankly gazing in your direction only too bid you a rather abrupt adieu n askiew the true view of inner perception so if I dare to face off against my darkest nightmare leave the safety of this chair stop stare long hard an thourogh through that razor thin reflective layer of borro taking on the monumental task you may just ask does the OCULAR occupation often blur DECEIVING N leavin you lost unsure well it sure in the hell does inadvertently initiating dissipating plaiging plots of stagnate thoughts lost in the foggy fuzz of what there once was an maybe never again will be barring full weight of the guilty state and what looks flat out filthy dirty on the surface might just faulter alter your one driving purpose an maybe just maybe the ones who hurt us decieve leave an desert us only aid too further the festering of these disease riddin feelings as they over time work us until all is utterly worthless always suffering at a heavy unease viciously n visualy hounded molded by misdeeds still unaccounted n far too often UNGROUNDED surrounded by sneaky N sinister serpents doublin as 24 7 opportunist merchants OF MISSERY for high end retail purchase to hide the pesterin HURTIN pride festerin on the surface bittin plightin an rewritten the confines from the sheathed blinds shadding the binds of our minds throughout history always there to serve us up some sulk n sadness in BULK surplus amounts its madness an whether its today or tomorrow you suffer the soul suckin sorrow so deep it obscures the words you couldnt even possibly pronounce in a time when EVERY precious LOST second counts in immeasurably large amounts more precious than gold sold by the ounce yo it couldnt get much clearer I cant even lie this mirror right here will never ever tell a sly lie to you or i or try to deny the pain and sorrow behind the eye and even when I try an try only to prevail in the epic fail makin me cry till I just wanna die to avoid the pit an let it the really hard hit slide by with a false correction of the reflection the damn thing will never comply for my own protection rage begins coursing effectively forcing me to face the monster son I have somehow now become due in part too all the dirt that I've done left a HURTIN for CERTAIN on some but undoubtedly life will always come lessons learned from times of being young AN DUMB to the coming of age stage depletin my GAUGE of child like awe an amaze but now do i got a whole lotta stories behind all these freyed wrinkle lines and greyed out distinguishing hair designs that defines both the best of times and mars the battle scars branded by my worst of crimes that blurred the lines dulling the lights at times stifling the climbs to live life by your own design there is no right kind of way to book your RATHER brief terrestrial stay but may I suggest you never stray too far from what feels morally okay mean every single word you ever say and never lose or let slip away the simple desire to get lost in play or accept PROSECUTION for the different way in which you pray especially in those confusing times peppered with shades of grey that in due time always seems too fade away