Reflections

Is the me is see
The me I am?
Do we know each other at all?

I look in the mirror,
I see my reflection,
Standing sixty-four feet tall.

But others say
"You are naught but an ant
Just powerless and small."

Reality is moot,
When it comes to mind,
Who you are is your call.

©Saxon Drury-Godden 2005