Memoirs of an open mind

Look at your reflection
Oh Queen of odd and fallen
Thou life as a reflection
I can hear it calling

Sculpt to serve
Obey you must
No organ, nor nerve
No sign of trust

To you it seems
Stars shine odd
Though you do not obey
Nor man, nor God

Life beyond rescue
Will they ever do their part?
Or will you succumb to sunshine

Nay! Your soul is art