Infinite Reflections

In the mirrored halls of conformity, we stand as one, Reflections of ourselves, lost in the glassy throne. The fluorescent lights above, a sterile glow, Illuminate the faces, in a sea of sameness below. The suits and dresses, a uniform disguise, Conceal the individual, with a corporate surprise. The floor, a canvas, of black and white, A maze of identity, where self is lost in sight. The mirrors stretch, a labyrinthine design, A hall of echoes, where the soul is left behind. Yet, in the glassy depths, a glimmer shines, A spark of uniqueness, that refuses to decline. In this endless corridor, we search for our way, Through the reflections, to a brighter day. Where individuality, is not lost in the haze, And the true self, is not just a mirrored daze.