Mirrors
A mirror is a tool of estrangement
Reflecting an outer facade
As seen through the eyes of our peers
The mystery hardly solves
These voices resound
We’re told who we are
What to do, and how we should think
Surroundings coerce us to yield and conform
To illusions of identity
The world is full of reflections
These are not reality’s source
The search for the self is an inward soul quest
For the contrary breeds but confusion and lies
Within the morass to contort and comply
Such souls become lost and bewildered
Alas, like a trembling chameleon
Confused on a glass
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