It flatters, the looking glass, that I’m in no need of a belt
The tall, foggy mirror makes me look svelte
The echo behind me, plump with a tad look depressed
Detaches from the delight of the place, to connect.
That look-alike wears a frown, and that one wears a grin
Though this one’s not facing me, that wiggles its finger from within
It grabs me by the shoulder, takes me for a spin
It’s anyone’s win now, to escape what’s now outside-in.
Which one’s just but a reflection, which one’s the real me?
Is it me or he or she, let’s see, there’s one and two and three?
Can’t hide or run or flee, when can’t even guess which one is thee
It is the fortune of the glass, that no one cares to foresee.
I’m me when I wake, so I am when I’m asleep
The closet monster’s a creep, while my teddy bears count sheep
Am I to recognize as myself, as the ones walking backwards deep in?
And sneer and weep, while outside laughter seeps to a tiny shriek.
To let the scary reflections out—come, let’s play! Let us play house!
You go home with Mom and Dad, it’s my turn to play trapped mouse
Embrace the warmth that has been stolen, while my screams turn to shouts
And walk steps backwards into darkness, with no coordination, no whereabouts.
Go home to rest your dizzy head, claim your place in the town
Claim to be part of me, with no fear of faceless clowns
That cane the stallions to arouse the audience, and drown my cry within the crowd
With no doubt it’s me in the bed, not under it, neither I’m trapped in the fun house.