The Mirror of Perfection

How slowly now the thoughts progress .

As images dwindle. As tepid visions of decisions made

And never fixed.

Years seem an eternity ,

Yet still maintain their ability to show mere seconds

Of a life torn from heaven and forced through hell.

Even now as we stand in heaven’s light,

Our minds and memories are plagued by darkness of the past.

Nights become days and days become nights .

But we can never fully forget.

We search for our enlightenment.

For our epiphany

In order to make sense of the confusions

And obscurities life places before us.

And still we feel as innocent, naive children

In a black void unaware which direction is up

And which is down.

Stuck in the same painting with stairs

Going everywhere and nowhere.

How can we feel free and at ease

When so much gets manipulated out of shape

And distorted for each mind.

Never accepting innocence

But expecting perfection.