we run through life's tunnel--
terrified,
walls covered in mirrors,
our reflections always on display
for the passersby.
a straight path,
reminding us of our imperfect
reflections,
until we reach the end--
glass hitting us right in the face.
that's all we see at the end--
ourselves,
and all the people we wished we could be,
replacing our reflection.
in reflections, what we see
is never what we want to be.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
we run through life's tunnel--
terrified,
walls covered in mirrors,
our reflections always on display
for the passersby.
a straight path,
reminding us of our imperfect
reflections,
until we reach the end--
glass hitting us right in the face.
that's all we see at the end--
ourselves,
and all the people we wished we could be,
replacing our reflection.
in reflections, what we see
is never what we want to be.
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