Reflections

Glass, Metals, Brass, and Gold. What do you see? Look, deep below the shiny cover. What are you hiding? See it there! That's it, yes, see it. Does it feel cool like an ocean breeze. Hot like the mid summer day in August on pavement on the brightest day ever. Warm like the old chunky soup that grandma use to make. What about that night when there stars was so bright you tried to wish on every single one. Might it be the vision that was told to you by that old woman that stayed down the block. Flight or Fight which one will be the beginning and ending path on your way to that home tucked away under that shiny cover. Reflect all that you dare to show. Look deep until you find your soul. Some will be looking for a long time. There is cookies and milk in the back for the one left to ride the hidden bus.