Glinting mirrors, standing tall
Each showing different, an enigma
Anfractuous, but the gaze never falls
Each reflection a different genre.
Various outcomes, different perspectives
All the choices in a ripple effect
Staring back at mirrors, each a different motive
Lost in the House or Mirrors with images erect.
One like a mirage in a desert starved of water
One that shows you in a different route
One that looks like it’s much better
Images deceiving, intention cruel.
Lost in the reflective labyrinth
Images distorted with growing steps
Some deceiving like a hyacinth
While rotten inside, leading to a wreck.
Every nook and corner with reflections staring back
Pricking skin with eyes boring through
Luring you into the wrong tracks
But at the corner of your eye, something moves.
