Infinite Reflections

In the hall of mirrors, we stand alone yet surrounded, Reflections of ourselves, infinite and profound. The glass walls whisper secrets, of identities untold, A maze of self-discovery, where truth is to be found. In this endless corridor, we search for our true face, A journey through the labyrinth of our inner space. The light above, a beacon in the void, Guides us through the reflections, to our true self employed. The suits and dresses, a uniform we wear, Concealing the true essence, that lies beyond compare. The polished floor, a mirror to our soul, Reflecting the depths, of our heart's goal. In this sea of faces, we seek our own, A path unwinding, to the truth we've known. The infinite reflections, a journey to embark, To find the self, beyond the mask, and the spark. A tale of self-discovery, in this hall of glass, Where the reflections, our true selves will amass.