Mirrors, Mirrors, On the Wall

Mirrors, Mirrors, on the walls,
My image spans your endless halls.
I look into your crystal stare
And see my doppelgängers there.

My head moves left. Your head moves right.
It's such a mystifying sight.
A Backward Me in Backward Land.
My right hand touches your left hand.

I look into the mirrored halls.
And what I see there gives me pause.
Extended worlds of endless Me(s).
Weird parallel realities?

What is this thing: Reality?
Perception? Fate? or Destiny?
Is quantum physics really right?
Untold dimensions is our plight?

So, Mirrors, Mirrors on the walls,
My image spans your endless halls,
But I don't really give a care
If shadow selves just stay in there.

Once more, I scan those glassy eyes.
Well, I'm out here and they're inside.
But if a mirror somehow cracks.
I'm outta here. And that's a fact!

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