I hold an impossible mirror above my head, just out of reach.
The audience can't see it, only me.
They clap and laugh and grin while I do my routine.
Meanwhile something hangs overhead.
So I'll do the dance, I'll put on the show, I'll do what they want.
But I scream within,
for mirror shards are no fickle sin.
"More! More!" they chant.
So I hold up the mirror instead.
But they know no difference.
For the mirror,
is what they've always been fed.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
I hold an impossible mirror above my head, just out of reach.
The audience can't see it, only me.
They clap and laugh and grin while I do my routine.
Meanwhile something hangs overhead.
So I'll do the dance, I'll put on the show, I'll do what they want.
But I scream within,
for mirror shards are no fickle sin.
"More! More!" they chant.
So I hold up the mirror instead.
But they know no difference.
For the mirror,
is what they've always been fed.
