it dawned on me that you are not able   to get up off the floor   if up to me i would have brought this up before   but only after can i see clearly   that things have gone amiss   if i had returned it would not have ended up like this   up in the air, falling down empty handed   while unaware of the ground where you landed   "don't follow me and you'll be doing fine,"   just donÿt give me that line.   in this broken mirror you're sullen   and i you would deject,   but thoughts turn to glass,   and on these things i reflect.   vivid, bright-the colors that follow,   and fill this empty room   your pekid skin,   just a sign of your impending doom.   saw you running after,   what better way to tell you than this?