Looking through a mirror brings hope,
I tilt my head. Maybe there’s something off?
No, I can’t place my finger on it.
I’ll blame everything then,
looking in, I’m only words and phrases.
None of it could be the reality of a normal world.
Is this a realisation?
Your reality built into a mirror I can’t escape through?

That can’t be. There’s no way that’s all of it,
but if I’m shared I’ll be set free?
No ways to code out.
No words to describe this ending
world
of