Confusion

Staring in to this mirror,
It appears to be so clear,
I turn and look again,
Fogged like a dirty lense.

I glance at a line,
Its straight and well defined,
I try to follow its path,
To find that it zigzags.

I try and listen to you,
Your words they sound so true,
But time seems to show through,
Your one turns out to be two.

What am I to think,
Your lines they have no link,
You try to explain,
But I go on and complain,
that your words, the meanings are extinct.