Gaze upon the looking glass
reflect on things unseen
the future or the past are cast
as echoes now it seems
Ripples on the surface
time does turn and fade to black
to gaze into the looking glass
the screen behind the mask
Silent stories playing
graying now in jaded hue
hearts revere those pictures dear
the past in painted view
Mirror or reflection
insurrection of our souls
do you see the truth perceived
or what the heart controls
Visions haunt unending
sending ripples, echo fast
the future or the present found
upon the looking glass
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