Ephemeral

I should get out of this rut...but until then, I shall rely on the past! Here's another short piece, written ages ago!

Mirror on the wall, still water in the sink
Show what you are, a snapshot in time;
Hand jerks uncontrolled,
A tinkle, a rush,
The moment passes, so do you;
Shards of glass scatter on the floor,
Still water swirls, ever so untrue;
Like pages torn from a book that tells its story no more
Remind you that just as they are ephemeral, so are you.