A petite adolescent I am Unwise and ignorant A sprinkle from ancient cosmic wonder A shimmering attire, I wear I keep spinning like a kid Recording impressions, my work. Two sides I have One glittering and scratchy The other my public façade Invisible toil enhances visible face I am a corrupt compact disk Prone to errors and scratches Never immune from mistakes I trouble men Stopping at the crucial time When and where - a surprise! Who do you think I am? Your very life… Your mind… Or the world you live in…