Looking Down, Reflecting the Ground

Consider life as a tilted mirror,
When the strap keeping it down tore,
All it does is hang there with one strap ready to fall,
It's tired and considers to give up and fall,
It no longer reflects the image straight ahead,
But instead,
It is Looking Down, Reflecting the Ground,
It wants to fall, It's tired of hanging by the thin strap, 
But then considers this,
While Looking Down, Reflecting the Ground,
It realizes that it's still an image, a reflection of what it is not,
It is not the ground that is walked upon, walk over and forgotten,
Yet what it sees is , the foundation of mighty buildings,
The Birth Mother of Nature,
The Home of the Living, The burial of the Dead,
The Ground in which we walk forward,
Following it paths,
It looks down to see the ground where one stands tall and strong,
It observers the hills to be strut,
The Waters to swim,
The Descents to pace,
And the Mighty Fury of the Angry Earth,
So remember this,
When Looking Down, Reflecting the Ground,
Walk Above it, Don't Walk Below it

I was laying down one night trying to get to sleep. Above my bed, a fraction of the wall is covered with cubes of mirrors to form one large rectangular mirror. I was laying there in the dark, eyes closed, I pictured those mirrors in my head exactly as they appeared. Then without even trying, I imagined four straps on each corner of the mirror, and without me even thinking about it, the mirror suddenly tilted, then I was suddenly filled with emotion, the same emotion I felt that day. Then these words literally popped into my head without premeditation "Reflecting the Ground". And at how I felt at the time, that I would try to reflect what others, more specifically, the "Higher-ups" as I stated in my other works. (To be honest, I'm some-what prideful to the fact that 1) I won't reveal the fact that I accepted advice for someone specifacally the "higher-ups", I hate advice, especially if it makes sense, 2) I hate the sound of my voice when I say "parents", because I feel so much smaller, weaker, lower, and less of the person that I really am. And by the way, teachers also qualify for "higher-ups" .) When I am given advice from my friends, and if it makes sense, I accept it with open arms. In any event, I hope that you all out there can also get the drift of what I'm saying and if this poem relates to you, perk-up and follow the ground that you reflect. I just hope that reflection is one that will not bring harm you or others. Thank you all.