There's a mirror in the corner of a crowded room.
Where it lies it can only reflect the truth.
The room is in dissaray.
objects crowd the floor.
Dust gathers in empty trays
that once carried something more.
And the mirror sits there.
In the corner where
it can't bare
to show the room
the truth it must-
of it's contents
scattered about in dust.
Yes, there's a mirror in the corner of a crowded room.
Where it lies it can only reflect the truth.
Once upon a time the truth was wonderful.
