85. March 26th
Looking down to the ground,
I can see the reflections of
Tall buildings on my left
Stretching high towards the sky.
In the deep black road I see,
Reflections of the world to be.
The sheet of water reflecting light,
Tells you more then what's up high.
When now I look down I can see,
A reflection of myself, it's me.
A mirror in front of my face,
Shows me what is my place.
The reflection are not normal at all
No, in fact they are extraordinary?
Not special or great in any way?
Do they portray my personality?