Written By, Lewis L.

While you were in your state of vegetative,
Did you feel your green roots were truly native?
Did it really make you more creative?
Spiritual connection in the Himalayas?
Was your life orthodox like men with payos?
Was it your proxy that was glitching statements?
All the spending, were you missing payments?
In social settings, were you at your bravest?
Did you heighten like you’re on the A-list?
Hot-boxing in the car during your day shift?
Like Adele, were you chasing pavements?
Was it all fun and games while you were aimless?
Enjoyed killing all the cells till brainless?

Broken mirrors, shattered glass.
Hit the bong while on your ass.
Vaped so much, lungs ruined by gas.
Pushing buttons till your knuckle’s brass.

In those days, did you feel off with cadence?
How’d you tolerate your lack of patience?
Was it hard to maintain homeostasis?
Could you not connect with Homo Sapiens?
Did you lose yourself in homo spaces?
In those spaces, why’d you count your paces?
Had you forgotten to tie your shoe laces?
You FOMOed when your friends went places.

Broken mirrors, shattered glass.
Hit the bong while on your ass.
Vaped so much, lungs ruined by gas.
Pushing buttons till your knuckle’s brass.
You showed up so high to class.
Gastric stretching, might need bypass.
Same predicament as Mama Cass.

But now I realize “you” is me.
Tattletaling to a T.
I mistook the blue for green.
In the mirror, I just felt unseen.
What I did to myself was so mean.
Nowadays, my brain is much more clean.
I fixed the broken mirror, brand new screen.
The past has passed, I won’t enter the Time Machine.

Broken mirrors, shattered glass.
Hit the bong while on my ass.
Vaped so much, lungs ruined by gas.
Pushing buttons till my knuckle’s brass.
I showed up so high to class.
Gastric stretching, might need bypass.
Same predicament as Mama Cass.
Self-deprecated, so much sass.

Published in A New Leaf – August 2025