What is it like to be you?
To see through your eyes,
To slip on your shoes?

Do you wonder about me, too?
Do you picture my life,
Consider my point of view?

Ah, reality.
A tricky little ****
In a suit of mirrors
To reflect what suits the beholder.

If time is a soldier
Reality is the battlefield
and the prize to be won
Or lost, as it were.
And we are.

Losing.