Reflections

There is a mirror in my room That I often walk by Sometimes I stand in front of it; admiring myself Offtimes I wonder: is that really my reflection in there? Or am I the copycat staring back? I look at my reflection I laugh; he laughs I smile; he smiles I frown; he frowns I touch; he reaches forth Only a cold sensation seperates our two worlds from my touch and I realize... As I examine, he has the entire universe watching behind his back. Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 06 2002 07:02 AM PST   18 • 0 • 13