Ripples in Reality
I crouched there, at the edge of a pond
Staring at my reflection
Ripples across my face, distorting my perfection
And I wondered
Is this what people see, this distorted version of me?
Or is this just a reflection of a distorted reality?
How is one to know which is real and which is skewed?
Are they both real-
Or are they both reflections of something we cannot see?
Perhaps, I am reality. Each pond with a different distortion
Or maybe I'm one among many
Each person's view, like those distorted reflections in the pond
Never the same, never true
Or are we the reflections in the pond?
Ripples in reality
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