We All Have Our Limits

I'm watching you,
Watching me.
You have no clue,
What I see.
A perfect reflection,
Of an intricate conception,
Of unearthly,
Unwordly,
Unspoken truth.
Your image frozen,
A wish for what you wish you for,
Since your imagination,
Is restricted, constricted,
By the same force that moulds,
And molds you.
Your unlife,
Is your undoing.
You're stagnant, soon repugnant,
The whole world witnesses,
Your downfall in disgust,
Your empire turned dust,
You must,
Have realized by now, how,
You and yours,
Forever crushed.
I'm watching you,
Watching me,
How blind we must seem,
My mirror
me, and I.