pictures of mirrors
spin on the walls
echoes of foot steps
run down the halls
out in the undercover
all the lights shine dark
they tried to tame the rainbow
i tried to catch a spark
the mirror reflects
only what it can see
there is no id or ego
there's no you; there's no me
the footsteps are racing
a crazy path of their own
along lines of primal instinct
a gut feeling is shown
the cover is merely illusional
there's a dark in every light
sure as the greenest of apples
morning always follows the night
the rainbows are not ours
they are wild and fleeting
the spark refuses the net
with each new separate greeting
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
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