The glass is not the best quality
Imperfections are not few
Distortions may be fun for a time
But not when taken as true
Reflection can be a good thing
Just not when solely without
Within the truth may be seen
Beyond is in shadows doubt
This mirror that we look upon
Filtered through eyes of the past
Shows us what we want to see
A reality that simply won’t last
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 