The Broken Mirror

My life is almost over; that's a fact Statistically derived but simply true; I look into the mirror, but it's cracked And so reflects two, three, or more, that lack Cohesion. Which one's goal shall I pursue— My life is almost over; that's a fact— In time remaining? Luggage largely packed, Past boxed and crated, little left to do, I look into the mirror, but it's cracked And won't be fixed and always did refract The one before it into at least two. My life is almost over; that's a fact, But life cannot be lived in the abstract And begs for certainties that it once knew: I look into the mirror, but it's cracked; I look away in search of the exact; Nights melt the shadow shrinking from my view; I look into the mirror, but it's cracked. My life is almost over; that's my fact.