Dedicated to Chelsea DeOre
We all have hope,
Whether it be mental or physical,
Matter cannot be created or destroyed,
What about physical hope?
We can see things,
But that is how we live.
We walk around on this earth,
Looking for hope,
Why look when you can find it when looking in the mirror;
In a mirror everything looks three dimensional,
But no one ever said that a mirror could put you in another world.
Mirrors show perspective,
We can look into them in many directions,
But we only can see each detail at once.
Only with a true imagination,
Hope can be seen anywhere,
Everybody else simply looks in the mirror.
For hours on end they can look into the glass,
But see naught but their own reflection staring right back at them.
But true, it is just a glass so why look?
Because we can see behind, to the left, to the right and in front of us,
No one can hide when in front of a mirror.
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