The Mirror

As I looked into the mirror I thought to myself,

What if I'm the one in the opposite realm?

What if I'm the reflection and she's the girl,

Living in her shadow in the antonym world.

Everything I do, I see, I live,

Is it a reflection of what really is?

A wrong-sided rendition in a framed glass portal.

I'm the reflection of a living mortal.

It's really not fair, if it comes to pass,

I will be no more if she shatters the glass.

I'll roam around undead 'til she finds

Another glass portal in which I'll rewind.

If I bang on the glass, will she let me out?

But I only shout if she opens her mouth.

She controls me like a puppet, I do what she does.

The good, the bad, without any cause.

And then I began having other strange thoughts.

What if life is a game between two powerful gods?

Like pawns on a chess board them move us around

And when the game's over, where shall we be found?

Or what is life is a long-running dream

Conjured up by some great sleeping being?

And when he finally wakes from his bed,

Will we still be living, or will all be dead?