I'm moving in the mirrors
And my mind seems to wonder

Is the other side full of jewels and rich plunder?
Or is there even an other side at all?
If push against the glass will I stumble and fall?

I raise up my hand
But don't touch the glass
I don't know if the mirror can hold such a mass
For if its hollow on the other side
As it is here,
I fear I may fall
And lose everything dear.

I'm ready I'm ready
I slowly push my hand forth
But when it touches the glass
I don't lose grasp of the Earth
But instead the other me
Holds me from going on the slide
Into the deep darkness there must be inside.

But if she is keeping me from what's in that world's mind
I wonder if possibly
I'm on the wrong side.