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 really is an awkward 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?

This thing we call 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 starts to crack.
I'm out of here and won't look back.
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