If the Mirror Is Broken

Yes. I would press it.
I would destroy the World, even knowing
That every star would fade, that cities would fall,
That the very fabric of Reality would be torn.
I would do it – not out of cruelty,
Not out of madness, but out of that certainty
That there is no value in a World
In which there is no You.

This World is not an objective Value.
This World is merely a Mirror,
In which I see your Image.
If the mirror is broken –
Then what use are its shards to me?