Nothing But Blur Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

“What is next? ”
You question
When you see there’s a wall
And you are
In front, on the side or behind

You grab a mirror
“What is next? ”
You question
When you look
Mirror is hung on wall

You may see
Face and chest and so on
“What is next? ”
You can’t see back and sides
Not at all

Parallel to first wall
There’s one more
You repeat what you’ve done
“What is next? ”
Confused you remain

You face one
Reflections infinite
In mirrors hung on walls
But still nothing is clear
“What is next? ”

You question
And question
And question
“What is next? ”
“What is next? ”

And answer
“Life’s nothing but blur”