Staring
I'm staring at a wall.
There's a mirror.
Next to it there's a hole in the wall.
In the mirror I see myself.
Staring, thinking.
If I look through the hole I see the world.
Nice and shiny.
A better place to stay.
Here is nothing, it's grey and black.
I'm staring at the wall.
I have to break it.
With the mirror on it.
But I don't know how.
So I sit back and keep staring.
Waiting for the wall to fall.