Is this world as it appears?
Unsure, I asked my favorite mirror
Mirror, mirror, my old friend--tell me no, it’s not the end
Of music, dreams, and skies so blue
Of mother’s touch…and father’s too
The mirror stood silent as I cried
It showed my fear, I saw my lies
The eyes…..those eyes. Do I know those eyes?
That face I sort of recognize
Please tell me, mirror-who is he
Is he simply fantasy?
Does he have a heart, a soul?
Are his dreams impossible?
This strange man I now see
Is he you or is he me?
The mirror reflects on what I say
But not a word from it today
They say we’re only bits of sand
Nothing much to understand
Gazing at my favorite mirror
Things are not as they appear
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