June 24, 2010, 6:53 PM
Look into this mirror and tell me what you see.
Yourself,
Your surroundings,
Only flipped into such a way that it mimics your moves?
To consider the thought that maybe there is more,
Beyond that pane of glass,
A hidden world beyond what we can see.
What if instead of it being your reflection,
That you are the reflected image of the original?
That you are only copying them?
Or maybe that you are the exact opposite,
To what you are supposed to reflect?
Tis a silly idea,
To believe that we are the only ones,
But it begs to be questioned,
And beckons to be asked,
What if?
Yourself,
Your surroundings,
Only flipped into such a way that it mimics your moves?
To consider the thought that maybe there is more,
Beyond that pane of glass,
A hidden world beyond what we can see.
What if instead of it being your reflection,
That you are the reflected image of the original?
That you are only copying them?
Or maybe that you are the exact opposite,
To what you are supposed to reflect?
Tis a silly idea,
To believe that we are the only ones,
But it begs to be questioned,
And beckons to be asked,
What if?
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