Morning Rhyme A poem for Existentialists, Nihilists and Agnostics mirror, mirror on the wall, am I really here at all? I see you, but look at me, so who is it I really see? are you here or am I there? am I really meant to care? I see my eyes, I feel my face, but am I really in this place? am I real? or am I fake? perhaps I'm some false god’s mistake? still, I have mass, and take up space… a little “matter”, the human race?