Brownies
Angel Orensanz Center

Reflecting Pool

I stumble through this godforsaken

Uncertain of the path I'm taking

But along the way, I make a smile

I hope where I end up might be worthwhile


Holding in the breath of anger

Inside this old refrigerator

Those days are gone, there's more ahead




So concentrate on what's in store instead

A memory,

a dream,

or another crazy scheme




Then I find out what I want

is something inbetween

Waking and repeating my routines

Walking circles,

talk in circles to me



Words that tumble effortlessly

from the lips of fools

Only cloud up what I

see in my reflecting pool



Jumping headfirst into symmetry

I am splitting at the seams, hold me

In my reflecting pool

I look in my reflecting pool

This sole reflection is my own

The pool is still until the pebble's thrown