The coldness of a mirror under your hand
As you reach out to touch your reflection
The soft tap, tap of keys in the background
A monotone forever
You can tell because it's just a tap, tap, tap consecutively never slowing or speeding as typing does
Never putting a letter on a page
You look up again
Into your own eyes
Wonder how other people see you
If this is your true self
How could your skin change so much
When your mind stays the same
Stuck in a never ending cycle of genius and child
Because only a child can be a genius
But a genius cannot be a child
A genius in what I might ask
You tell yourself as a wise old bird
Genius of the impossible
So many believe what hasn't happened can't
Too many believe anything can
A few always second guess
Some are positive in right or left
But only a select few
Can look over their shoulder at the right time
Second guess when it can't be true
Truly believe with a fiery passion
But dowse the cold flames when silence is key
You trace your hand and laugh out loud when it fails
The pleasure only the smallest things in life bring
Like laughing aloud
You stop suddenly; the taping pauses and you can tell they're looking up
Seeing if you're alright
Insanity comes and goes as you well know
The greatest things bring the darkest treasures
You turn around swiftly, your hair brushing along the mirror
And walk away to solve the puzzle that is
Another day