Splattered

"Oh, how you splinter me...." Looking, through your looking glass Portraits, of your present And images, of your past You say you see You say you know You say you do But really.... You don't! You sprinkle your sugar You sputter your spatter For all of those as yourself To whom, it doesn't even matter.... Wrapped in your paper And wrapped in your chatter These monuments and pyramids Of your self, absorbing...."Splatter" Your purposeless, and your pointless Pitter patter.... Your lines, they are divine Your words, they are immense But unto me, they do all seem Void....And teetering Upon the pretense! Standing in front of you now Staring, into your eye's.... You tell me that you do But I do, wonder why? Peering through your window Looking through your glass Your visions, for tomorrow Should your yesterdays....They pass! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Splattered ~