Infinite Reflections

In the mirrored halls, she stands alone, A figure lost in a sea of reflections, Echoes of self, a maze to roam, A journey through the labyrinth of identity's complex motions. The glass walls whisper secrets, a silent guide, As she navigates the infinite corridor inside, A dance of shadows, a play of light, A quest for self, through the mirrored night. In this endless room, she finds her way, Through the maze of reflections, day by day, A path unwinding, a story to be told, A tale of self-discovery, young and old. The mirrors hold the truth, a reflection true, A vision of the self, both old and new, A journey through the glass, a story to share, A testament to the self, beyond compare.