As I wipe ate the mirror of life trying to get a better view,
attempting to get rid of the condensation of doubt,
I then realize...
I am just spreading it.
I yell so silently,
hoping that the loud whispers of my disparity will be heard by the willing ear of another,
when I notice that I am all that is here.
The fog begins to form around me,
so warm and wet to my skin,
luring me in like a mother offering candy to her child,
until it gets too thick and I am unable to move,
my air is scarce,
and I am disappointed in myself for being such a fool,
like that same little kid that just too late realized his mother was wielding a hand full of air in order to draw him closer and sit him down...
no matter how much he wept.

I am now trapped in this thick and dense fog,
and I must fight harder to overcome it.
I wipe at life with so much hatred and sadness for deceiving me in such a way,
trying to take away the doubt that my existence is non-important.

Finally the wiping pays off and I catch a little glimpse in life.
I look through the mirror and see this totally different world,
I look through and see a perfect environment to assure that I am someone,
I look through and see this beautiful sea of tranquility and bliss,
and I then realize that I am just one motion away from gaining this assurance,.
I open my eyes,
the fog and doubt is gone,
but here is still the mirror.
Now I know that it is time for me to make a move.