ProfessionalPaperDigester

What I See

Staring through mounted looking glass

Clear lens guide middling eyes

For pure sight

 

Cannot be, for what I see

Breaks the glass, leaving me thinking

Does what I see stare back at me judgingly?

 

Cracks sets, but the mirror suggests

That it wasn\'t thine sight

But the cracks of my mind

Reminding me of eternal inferiority