My Vessel's ReflectionMature

These thoughts that I think I can’t shake from my head

The day I was born, I was already dead 

As I walk the earth not fulfilling any pivotal role

I walk it a vessel devoid of a soul

I have no direction of this I am sure 

My vessel is unimpressive, unjust and unsure 

I continue to walk void of direction 

Never stopping to look at my vessel’s reflection

The reflection is meaningless, for I know how I look

My life is lost like a page torn from its book

The End

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