of vain glory and saw his own reflections displayed

with smokes and mirrors, chasing cloud, shadow

for the surface level was easily seen, the skin intact

while the heart and mind had taken various forms

and it is buried deep down, like heaven and hell

metaphysical planes untouched, words become cheap

when an encounter with spirits becomes more

than shadows and light.

of glory made by men, hollow and keen

for gold is behind such big waves

bit by bit, reality is shifted

rationalization, a play of words, narrations

becomes truth. did truth ever change?

now the spirits dismiss the mist, each light and shadow

vanish from traces of memories wanting

to retain what it sees as real.

questioned. contested by many stars

of what goes on in the night

and the child is now all grown up,

yearning for childhood again

because the surface layers do not

quell this hunger, to know, to feel, to feed.

just these smokes and mirros,

sometimes the musing goes on for just a little

too long, then the mind awakens. the heart

opens a door and another reality is seen