Reflection

Your muffled voice is haunting my existence

The plaid drapes have become much less intense

Do I still have the license?

I guess I need to stop the pretense

The incandescent sea is glaring at our figure

The feeling has become unbearable

All the sweetness expressed in nature

Has left completely untraceable

Silence is sometimes the answer

My hands are incapable of working magic

The consequential shudder

Has reflected the inevitably tragic

I simply need no excuse

For it is not square one

Let me sip the pomegranate juice

For I have unarguably won

The creation of this poem was inspired by Reflection (倒影) by Jay Chou.