At the edges of the mirror

eyes dart away but still don't see

the moment I shift my gaze

instead of looking at me

If I linger until it settles

and relax awhile instead

I can nearly capture silence

resting in my head

Shadows seem to pass

when both my eyes shut tight

But if I quickly wake them

nothing stirs in my sight

If I watch it; the light puts on a show

but what will it do when I don't?

Is the world concrete and certain

or is it shifting like a curtain?

Nothing you see in who I am

is who I forever have to be

Nothing is set into space and time

for the world or you or even me

Destiny is a sculpture

we have yet to carve away

Tomorrow is a theory

that we don't have to base

on yesterday