Look through sheets of glass

You can almost touch the ceiling

What’s on the other side is clear.

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A one way mirror

Miming your actions

Make it disappear.

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You’re all alone in a funhouse of mirrors

Where every smile reflects a leer.

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In a house of cards,

Where the furniture’s of glass

And every touch yields give,

Slightest pressure creates cracks.

.

Mere illusions

Fogged up mirrors

And what you see

Is far from what you get.

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Distortions mock your thoughts

And theater fog sweeps your feet

The ground’s no longer clear.

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Your shoulder faces reflections of the same

And the exits are swallowed

All you’ve ever known disappeared.

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You’re all alone in a funhouse of mirrors

Where every smile reflects a leer.

.

.

In a house of cards,

Where the furniture’s of glass

And every touch yields give,

Slightest pressure creates cracks.

.

Mere illusions

Fogged up mirrors

And what you see

Is far from what you get.

.

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Deluded mockings echo round

G-d laughs at you

Twisting but no way out

So giving up because there’s nowhere to move