I don’t have to sit in front
of the highest window
to enjoy the view

The mirror points in two directions
It reflects me 
my outside 
a stranger to me

It lets me reflect
what I
think I see

so 
what is reflected

am I my own imitation

My colorful exterior
invites you in

but a dark inside
makes you hesitate
to even open the door 

maybe a friend has been inside
and knows the menu 
is your excuse 
you move along

While walking and discussing
the lines seem to get closer
at the horizon

but that illusion
only works 
when you stand still 

Opposite to you
like you
I cross the street

while looking down at your world
and you at mine

we see the same 
but the reflection
as thin as it is
is always there

Perspective when I twist my head
lean aside
trust my mind

I see straight the bended line
my verdict stressed by 
time.

my truth swells up 
my trust along 
doubt 
withdraws.

the world can laugh 
my course is past 
a shattered mind.

It felt like all your lines
were coming from different sides 

but on closer inspection
they all came from one
of your sides

I know I will disappear in all of you
one day

but look at me
don’t I lie 
down here
all relaxed 

I wonder if it helps
that my outside
is colorfull

because I always arrive late
in the darkness
of a night