Life is like a hall of mirrors |
Reflections Within this hall of mirrors This carnival of souls We walk a maze familiar We're unable to control Secure in our gilded frames Grayed out at the back On reflection for protection The windows tinted black With bubbled glass and pitted marks Reflecting what looks in Obscuring the viewers eye Refractions masking sin Imagined imperfections We hide behind the glaze To eyes of the beholders The ones who stop to gaze The ones who stop to stare on through To see what glass might hide To process the transparent hue That usually resides In sand blasted, forged over time Before we learnt to fare To hold fast to what others think Before we learnt to care But when somebody circles round The angled frame, obtuse Notes the liquid slipping down And lead paint flaking loose Thinking that they're seeing through And though maybe they are Really they're not seeing you, The minute cracks and scars We see ourselves as composite A symbiotic view We mirror images, transmit Reflecting through and through Refracted through a prism gleamed A crystal rose, thorns jagged, tough Imperfect as we think we seem We choose the flaws we love We like how we're reflected Within another's eyes To see how we're projected A different shape or size Regardless of how broken Or how many times repaired When all is done and spoken In the end it's that we cared We care for those who cast us Less tragic than we feel In turn we let them past us Beyond where life anneals Secured in our gilded frames With lead paint at our backs Within this hall of mirrors, may … you find the things you lack |