Reflections of the Unseen Self
In the glass, a stranger's stare I find,
Reflecting eyes, a labyrinth of the mind.
A mirror's truth, a riddle to unfold,
A tale of self, a story yet untold.
Gazing within, but the soul's adrift,
Lost in echoes, a self to uplift.
The face, a canvas, with stories worn,
Yet the essence within, silently torn.
A silent dialogue, mirror to the soul,
A quest for self, an elusive goal.
Unfamiliar features, a mask I wear,
Seeking the self, lost in the glare.
I stand at the glass, seeking a trace,
A familiar reflection, a comforting embrace.
Yet, the image falters, a puzzle unsolved,
In the mirrored depths, a mystery evolved.
In the looking glass, a journey unfolds,
Chasing shadows, as the story molds.
"I can look, but don't look back out,"
A whispered truth, wrapped in doubt.
The person within, a kaleidoscope,
Shifting hues, a boundless scope.
In the mirror's gaze, a dance of disguise,
A quest for truth, beneath the lies.