The events of my life mirror themselves
On the calm waters of the static river,
For now no water flows.
This is when I look at the whole picture
And reflect upon how I arrived at this point.
These images are not what they seem,
Appearing to compose my entire life,
For when I try to fit them into my reality,
They are non-superimposable, seeming-only memories
Of what I once believed was true.
The water begins to churn and twist,
Distorting all that once appeared clear.
Things are no longer understandable,
And I see the truth in all that confusion:
All I once envisioned was nothing
More than inverted reflections of reality,
And I am no more than one ripple in the river.
–written in 2000