Self Portrait

A poem on the life

It's funny how the little insignificant events
of our past,
shape our lives in the future.
A jumble of incidents that gather
together, like one ever increasing jigsaw
that is our soul.
And in the end we present our
take on life.
In the mirror we see its intricacies,
its flaws ; its humanity.
But in the vast expanse of time
who sees our tiny masterpiece?
Our life consuming rendition is nothing
more than a grain of thought,
lost in the ultimate chasm of canvas ;
a universe unbound...