Like everyday, I put a gloss in my lips
and look at my face on the glass tips—
Ain't I looking fine?
Am I looking like 'me?'
It's reflecting, an image of transportation
on the other side.
*
You know even those mirrors
can't make a perfect reflection,
it makes a reflection so true—
but in the opposite direction,
only you can make it easy
for you to see.
*
What if it's not real?
What if this transition of between me
& the reflection is a facade?
just like regularly base, I put a smile
to fake a truth.
*
these reflectively images
are bluffers,
only putting the same,
as you want to show.
even the fastest wave of lights
go with opposite direction —
when it dares to come in front
of the white glasses.
So, how can you believe
in what you see?
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