philosophic doggerel

barbershop paradox                    false infinities
a thousand reflections                of synchronized me's
between two mirrors                   one future, one now
my thoughts bounce as far             as my mind does allow
and my eyes now clear                 of dreadlocks of hair
stare at the prospect                 that nothing's really there
for history's a looking glass         in which everything looks worse
full of hows whys                     and who did what first
and I'm just noise                    amplified by nature's feedback
who can't look forward                without not looking back.