When you stare at yourself
In that grand hall of mirrors
Whose reflection do you really see?
Are all those squint eyes
The same colour I remember
And why do they all look at me?
The right is now left
Altered perceptions belie
And can sometimes be difficult to see.
So what do you want?
A thousand eyes look on;
What is it that you want with me?
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC
When you stare at yourself
In that grand hall of mirrors
Whose reflection do you really see?
Are all those squint eyes
The same colour I remember
And why do they all look at me?
The right is now left
Altered perceptions belie
And can sometimes be difficult to see.
So what do you want?
A thousand eyes look on;
What is it that you want with me?