Broken Reflections
There’s a shimmer in the chaos, a dance of electric hues
Bouncing off shards of yesterdays
Each fragment vibrates with a story yet to speak
Pooling memories suspended in amber
Why do constellations hold mysteries?
The clock tickles time into rapid whispers
Promises of dawns untouched by old shadows
Drink the light, spit the dark
Reassemble this jigsaw of broken chances
Oh, to be shards reflecting infinite beams
Racing through corridors of mirrored truths
Lost in the laughter of playful photons,
Now, isn't the universe a splendid mess?