I glance at the mirror now and then,
which hangs on the opposite wall.
And no, I never inquire,
“Who is the most beautiful of us all?”
I don’t just glance at the mirror,
I look beyond the surface.
Trying to find a world forbidden,
but all I see is my curious face.
Concealing what it really is,
to me the mirror is a mystery.
Deep secrets lie within,
withholding the present, future and history.
Or maybe it lies to me about who I really am,
And laughs in my face as I believe.
A gigantic hoax it is,
and all is False that I perceive!
What is that reflection,
Is it really true what I see?
Or just a false fragment of my mind
that I expect it to be….