This actually just popped into my head, so i thought I would type it down....
Shattered images lie strung out across the floor
Shards of glass reminders mimic my tears once more
The familiar face I see in front is that which does not exist
Closer look do I dare? No, but something inside persists
Leaning in I catch a glimpse of a man known not alone
Two images clouded by light, sitting on top a throne
I gasp for air while my lungs beg for replenishment
My brain struggles to comprehend such a magnificent
Vision, my picture is captured with a scene so vivid
Imagination screams for life, but yet fails to live it
360 degrees and yet only a portion appears distorted
Can we truly trust life or will our plans be thwarted?