Alphadisiac: ThE wOrLd AcCoRdInG tO mE

The mirror keeps looking at me

And it’s sad at times

And it’s happy at times

And it’s crazy at times

But it stares.



Move with me

Groove with me.



That is what the mirror says

Even though its eyes are read (or red).



But it dares.



I smile

It smiles back

I beguile

It beguiles back

I’m in denial

It’s telling me not to snap.



So I yelled at it, I wished it away

But the mirror doesn’t move, the mirror just stays

And I see it staring

As it always does

And I see it wondering

What is, what was.

It bares.



All.



The mirror keeps looking at me

And it’s ecstatic at times

And it’s robotic at times

And it’s fantastic at times

But it stares.