I stand in front of this mirror;
your thoughts, on the other side.
it's not just any mirror, no,
it's clouded and unrefined.

I try to wipe away confusion,
but all my efforts go to waste.
for when I've thought "I'm nearly done!"
the fog is soon replaced.

what are you thinking, over there?
I'd surely love to know
"not today" he sweetly said
"for I have got to go."