Rambling I'm staring at this mirrored wall shows too much of me too many flaws. Parts of me I don't really wanna look at. Staring with cold eyes, blank stares, empty emotions, and bad luck. Flickering flame sending shooting stars through my reflection. With whispers of happiness freckled with fear of losing, or winning, or not getting to try. I put on dark glasses hiding the pain the hazel the green the wishes that never came true. The speculations the rumors, The miracles brought to life by the obnoxious beeping of an alarm clock at 6 am. A wishing well with no pennies, no dreams. Church with no saints, just worshippers of life. How it should be, but never will. But if you believe, He will help, so they say... I'll believe it when I see it. I smile at the dark glasses and the bad luck and the flickering flame. Make a wish on that star, shooting through the darkness. You might get lucky. Toss a penny into that well, you never know. They may be right, if you believe.