More Like a Window
When is a mirror just a mirror?
Well it never quite is, you see.
It is surely underestimated,
The power it conceals beneath
It is much more like a window,
But with an ever changing scene.
A window that may gaze deep;
Into your soul, if you please.
But one will never see an image
The same as another human being.
Odd to ponder on that thought,
Wondering, how could that possibly be?
This is the thought that most overlook;
Why some are trapped without a key,
Because emotions control the image
That every individual chooses to see.
Emotions see before the eyes,
And they eyes just choose to agree.
So a mirror is never just a mirror,
And that it will never ever be.
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