As I look into the reflection before me
the world spirals
the ripples distort
I don't know what is real and what is not
How do I choose?
How do I know what will end in happiness...
and what will end in pain?
How do I know that the flowers won't bloom, only to wilt again?
Can I know?
Do I have to wait?
I am merely a speck of dust in this universe
Does it even matter anyway?