Passages
Aka self reflection
I wandered through a maze of mirrors
Until I found a spot where three corners met
And I sat down
To know the strange sensation
Of being one person, and millions more still
All coexisting in a world of reflections and colors,
Ever changing, and never changing.
I was not alone.
There were families and children,
Young couples and old individuals,
All wandering the twisting turns,
Occasionally bumping into each other
Or the shatterproof obstacles.
All of them were lost,
And yet none of them were scared.
The sounds that echoed and intermingled in the air
Were of wonder and joy.
Laughter filled the maze
As I sat and watched and listened.
And I could only think at how beautiful dying could be
If I were to come to a place such as this upon my passing,
Where old and young, men and women,
Lonely souls and hearts filled with love
All wander through endless colors and shades,
Where singularity and collective existences live and thrive
In the senses of these lost people,
And yet none of them know pain, or longing, or fear.
There is no hatred among them; how could there be?
All lives must come to an end.
Is it too much to dream
That they all come to wander in the same place?
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