9/6/12 6:57 AM

I stare into a mirror ball
changing constantly as the world goes by
like a psychedelic kaleidoscope
on an endless acid trip

but for one small moment, the movement stops
and the images are clear
I scramble to my feet to look
for the answer I know is there

I found it—I saw it!
or so I thought,
but the world starts whirling again
then the mirror ball is out of reach
and the answer is forever lost

I wish the reflection would just stay the same
show the same flawless face or
beautiful landscape
but a reflection is always faithful to
the awful world inside