My life withers into nothing as my mistakes here are seen reflected in the lake of my past.
I believed that there was another world that lay before me, a better world, a kinder world, a loving world.
But this was merely a dream as the truth became clear within my waking reality.
Two paths, two lives, two realities, both Withered Reflections of one another.
Hope as i must, try as i might, i cannot escape my decay in either world.