I've looked into you each morning
For most of my life
Before I go to sleep
I pass you and I check
I ignore you some days
My eyes meet my reflection
Tired or bright
I search and search
But have never truly seen myself
Sly glances only confirm how much I do not know
You are just a glass thing of non diamond stuff
So some days I do not know myself
But I will not look to you
Instead I watch the room that's always still
The person in it moving never knowing what's reflected
As the clock ticks on
And the light pours into and drips out of the room that can be either empty or filled
