Clear glass windows distorting my perception 
Double image trying to break away 
Two existing as one 
Locked with in the turmoil 
Striving to be their own 
Breaking free the solid picture fades 
Captured in the bathroom mirror 
Flickering pieces of your hand made reality 
Constant worldly wants burning through the frames 
The pane rippling changing what I knew 
Sleeping shards lying at my feet 
Glimpsing choices going both ways 
Deleting seines we didn't like 
Altering the ending to public insight