Life In A Glass Box

Poem By Michael Norton

Life in a glass box,
Is wiser lived in solitude,
Take it from a man, who knows,
The depths of which you fall.

Everyone loves a circus clown,
Except when he is crying,
He must be comical all the time,
Emotion is his poison.

Beware, the reflection that smiles back
Beware, the implications
For it is reflecting only lies,
Reflection is just a mirror

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