I stare back at me, through the puddles of water.
I glare back at my misery, in these puddles of water.
Scattered, in grief, decadent over my life of a quarter.
Silent, these pools stare back at me, o'er these pools, I falter.
Puddles of water, endlessly reflecting the buildings, the skies, the flounderings.
Puddles of water, in silent despair, they hold on to share a moment of 'morrow.
The dead leaves, the grey skies, a crow crying.
Nature halts life, I too stop by.
I splash these puddles of mucky water.