Infinite Reflection
Reflection
In the hall of mirrors, we find ourselves lost in repetition,
A dance of silhouettes, where identity is but a suggestion.
The glass walls whisper secrets, of a world both real and surreal,
Where the self is multiplied, and the truth begins to reveal.
In this maze of reflections, we search for a glimpse of our soul,
A fleeting moment of clarity, in the endless, shimmering role.
The figures in white, like specters, float and sway,
Their mirrored images, a testament to the complexity of the human way.
The light pours in, a cascade of illumination and shade,
As we navigate the labyrinth, our true selves are displayed.
In the heart of this kaleidoscope, we discover our inner voice,
A whispered truth, that guides us through the maze, to a deeper choice.