What am i doing?
I stare at myself,wondering
A fling that was meant to be just that
Grew a mind of it's own and matured past that
A simple minded gesture of affection
To unintentionally beckon a simple mind's attention
To stand there staring at a reflection
Was an invention by man's depression
With little intention
But to leave you to question
Where your heart chooses to station
And what your mind responds to that kind of aggravation
Allowing an ever increasing manifestation
Of madness' creation.....
What am i doing?
I stare at myself,wondering
