When you look in the mirror, what do you see.
Is it, just, your imagery.
The face that is looking back at you,
Is only the person in your view.

Now take the time to stand and stare.
And ask some questions, if you dare.
Is the person, who I see,
All they are, deemed to be?
Have they tried to understand, the person on the other hand

Did they hold the door ajar?
Were they patient in the car?
When the man, bid you good morning.
Did you just walk on, yawning?
The child that cried, and looked all lost
Did you stop, how much would it cost

On the table, beneath the clock.
The cereal packet say's SEKALFNROC.
Are we travelling in time, at last?
The hands on the clock, move towards the past

Look deep in those eyes, can it be true.
Is that your conscience staring back at you?
Who is this, with the pale dead pan?
It's MR MONDAY MORNING MAN,
Which is right, which is left?
Is this length, is that depth?
Is this, what the mirror now reflects?
Do you see perfection, or all defects?