It doesn’t matter which way you turn.
Blankly stare in the mirror.
Facts are the facts.
A lie is a lie.
People stroll into your life and smile.
They slap each side of your head.
You struggle up.
Stare lovingly back.
Or stronger still and stupid blinded.
You tell the joke of the meek.
Climb in a well.
Breathe a wicked smell.
Take a hammer and erase mistakes.
Leave the shattered glass and shards.
Forge a new path.
No one claims the past.
Not mine or yours.