I looked into the mirror,
It's image as clear as the air.
So flawless and crisp it seemed as though there was nothing there.

So I reached out,
Hoping for something unique.
And then my hand touched a hand,
Not the glass like you would think.

In that the moment I realized,
It was nothing but air.
The only thing stopping my hand was a hand.
But who would care.

I could tell many.
I could tell few.
It could go down in history.
Or I could end up just blue.

But it was another dimension!
Oh how splendid it was!
That discovery I made,
Sent me into a buzz.