Shadows on a mirror.
If I could trace out shadows on a mirror,
I wish I could be the reflector of them.
I wish I held no shape to which I was victim.
And for every wish, I wish there was none,
That maybe I was happy with being perfectly
Imperfect. Are flowers only pretty from one dimension?
Because that must be how this all works,
That there is only one form that is the right way,
And isn’t it sad that I have answered everything wrong.
I wish I could be the reflector of them.
I wish I held no shape to which I was victim.
And for every wish, I wish there was none,
That maybe I was happy with being perfectly
Imperfect. Are flowers only pretty from one dimension?
Because that must be how this all works,
That there is only one form that is the right way,
And isn’t it sad that I have answered everything wrong.
