Mirror Me23/9/2018 My mirror me stares back and sees the unknown
He lives in an alternate reality Timed perfectly But everything has changed Left is right Run is fight Like a scroll rolling closed from the wrong direction He starts old and goes through life getting younger More energetic Full of wonder Is it the same with a selfie? A third party in the cloud Where I doubt That humanity’s wings can last Mirror me just laughs So do I Our opposite selves separated by silence Mouths move but don’t speak Just apertures made the wrong way Not just my mirror self My body drifts into unconsciousness Where my gestures cease I hope he enjoys his body I’m loving growing old Gray haired face staring back Creaky joints that complain I have an excuse to move slowly Mirror me concedes our vanity as we continue to stare I promise I’ll remember you
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