Infinite Reflections
Reflection
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.