GLASS

I am on one side, 

Of the truth,

I see through it

But I can’t

There is mist on it

I raise my hand

And wipe it

With my 3 fingers

I see a sparkle

A deep, black

Eye, which

Sees me through the

Wiped out patch

I touch the truth

And I find

That I am just

Feeling the moist,

Gaze of the truth

On one side

I am standing

The other side

Stands the better half

Curious, for who is on the

Other side, I can see

In that eye, that

Curiosity, I share,

I move my fingers,

On the truth I can feel

I wipe another patch of

Mist condensed on it

The better half does it,

The finger tips,

Track each other,

On both sides of the truth

That eye shines and sparkles

And so does mine,

And in a moment of

Epiphany,

I discover, on the other side

Is my reflection looking at me

And it can fly away,

And there is a difference

Between truth and reality

The moist mist makes

The reflection of my eye

Shine, and I am just

A sad lonely creation,

Just wiping off

And attempting to

Clear of the haze and

Confusion of reality

Which is nothing,

More than a GLASS