As I sit eating a snack,
Fragments of my world stare back,
Looking into a reflection,
A new dimension,
A mimic of our world,
Although blurred,
Nobody has enough time,
Everywhere there is crime,
No one uses the streets,
In fear of being beat,
In black they all dress,
The world is a mess,
Looking back here I see,
Nothing but misery,
The same chaotic state,
As reflected on my plate...
