Behind the mirror

What lies beyond the mirror of doubt?

A simple reality or a glorious deceit?

Does wonderland really lie behind it?

I fear to face the mirror.

Afraid of the reflection of the reality.

I’d rather blind myself from the truth.

I only want to live behind the mirror.

In a illusive dream wonderland.

In the world I’ve read so much about.

I smash the mirror to bits and pieces.

Now I pour remorse and regret,

because all I’ve found is empty oblivion.

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