Drudgery is a fact.
Did you see
everything behind the mirror?
Everything reflects
but reality stays behind
like black tar.
All the faith
in eternity
is based on the knowledge
of one star.
But even light can scatter, bend and tear.
If I settle down on you
like a stinging butterfly
will you and me abide
you are a speck
and I am a dot
will these two ever meet
to collide in reality?