Have you ever sat in a perfect chair?
Ever frowned at the raw mark of a rash decision
Ever regretted a lion’s growl at a child’s innocence
A child, knowing everything.
The moment of existence is everything
All goes forward and all is readable backwards
The mirror is there but reflects only present emotions
It is there as a reminder of that perfect note
The one that is always attainable in our lives
But unattainable in theirs.