Let it become, like the rain.
Let it fall, and flow again.
Like a glass marble, the mind reflects the world around it.
Cutting ribbons of thought, from spools of knowledge.
Colors reflected from world's around .
Collectively it is now...
Unorganized and unwound, frayed at the edges and tossed to the side.
This is a new age of thought, a dawn of reflection turned inward.
The future is revealed within.
Dare to challenge, to change, to feel.
To take apart and reject what is real.
For what is lost is always found, when mirrors are but turned around.
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