To stop and smell the roses

When I look through reflections
I wonder if they’re always real
if people are replicas and creations
if life is a journey
or only a destination not yet fully revealed

I ponder if others are as insignificant
how return journeys are faster than the first
if significant others are simply a mirror
if first impressions are to be fully trusted
if I really know someone unless I’ve seen them at their worst

A burst of thoughts is usually a nuisance
peace of mind can often be a bore
I think life might be a dream to some
when my neighbors smile at me in the hallways
I wonder if they curse me for the violence of my nighttime snore

I look through hundreds of faces everyday
only to open my eyes to find a select few
they say there are six degrees of separation between humans
I try not to look too closely
strangers are simply a mixture of me and you

If you think long enough
you’ll realize you’ve never stopped thinking
a mind in motion is an explosion of ideas
an endless moment on a spectrum
interrupted only by our need for incessant blinking

In a hundred years
you might be remembered by some
official records aren’t hard to efface
when it’s really said and done
in a thousand years you’ll be remembered by none

Positivity is always an asset
willpower is limited in its scope
don’t worry too much because life is a gift
no matter how lonely we get
we’re never fully alone in all of our dreams and hopes

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