People are strange

A magnified view, over things through a glass bottle.

Your mirror broke into pieces

Your own reflection displaced in the floor 

You want to pick them up, but you can’t take it no more.

So many different  faces, although they seem the same

Falling further and further without knowing who to blame

My brain is trying to expand, but with the feeling that it has been caged

A box of mixes all with a different taste

Looking down into the unknown

Where I stand all alone

but the sun shines brighter

Where  fears subside

Going deeper and deeper

without knowing what is inside

What is it that we seek?

Author's Note

Give me your thoughts and opinions! Also, if you see any grammar issue or misspel let me know, help me imporve my language.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

This is an intriguing concept. It's "reflection" not "reflation" (which means something completely different), and the third stanza (especially the second line) is a bit weird in musicality (and in regards to Line 2, the grammar is weird...I think you're missing a word). But on the whole, this paints a very solemn and profound picture of the world. Well done!

[kaoswithak]

True, that was pure distraction mixing reflection with reflation, thanks!

[emipoemi]

my pleasure.