I stand between two mirrors,
Facing the future and my back to the past,
One is just as impactful as the other.
Into infinity it stretches, until you can’t see what you are looking at.
Every movement affects what you are seeing back and towards infinity.
It’s the small choices that you can’t see anymore,
But they show up until they are right with you in the front.
It is a culmination, you see.
The present stares you right in the eye.
Every blink, every breath synonymous,
Where are you going, and where are you from?
It’s hard to break the pattern of the infinite stretch of time.