Sleep of Narcissus
The mirror does not reflect you,
but shows you what silvered eyes see,
if only you care to look through.
The sky is a cauldron of blue,
that doesn’t know what else to be:
the mirror does not reflect you.
Look sideways, a new point of view --
the outside of you inside me,
if only you care to look through.
Take one and refract into two,
in prismatic infinity --
the mirror does not reflect you.
The images beg you: pursue,
deception will set you both free,
If only you care to look through.
Decide what you’re willing to do,
and shed your inane fallacy:
the mirror does not reflect you,
if only you care to look through.
The mirror does not reflect you,
but shows you what silvered eyes see,
if only you care to look through.
The sky is a cauldron of blue,
that doesn’t know what else to be:
the mirror does not reflect you.
Look sideways, a new point of view --
the outside of you inside me,
if only you care to look through.
Take one and refract into two,
in prismatic infinity --
the mirror does not reflect you.
The images beg you: pursue,
deception will set you both free,
If only you care to look through.
Decide what you’re willing to do,
and shed your inane fallacy:
the mirror does not reflect you,
if only you care to look through.
It could be worse