my sanity often questions me
asking me to change mirrors
and of course, my eye glasses…
In which color do I see the world?
who lives on other side of mirrors?
will I be glad or sad to meet my alter-self ?
I run away from question marks
looking for asylum to find peace
the inmates there smile sweet at me
‘There comes a mad woman
who can’t see beyond vision
let’s awaken her other senses
help with reincarnation’