Reflection
Everything is blank,
Blank to the point of blindness.
Just as I think I am mindless,
Something touches my flank.
I whip around with lightning speed,
To find my own reflection.
He wanted my attention,
There was something he did need.
He needed my eyes,
He needed them to feel the spark,
The spark of life and feel so stark,
For everyone to believe his lies.
While I would perish all in white,
He would walk around,
Dance on the ground,
While using another's light.
