Walking through the hall of mirrors..
Realising I am you..
And you - me..
Yet behind our material flaws..
Avoiding eye contact like the plague..
Choosing distraction in the palm of our hands..
Anything is better than to see the naked truth..
To light a candle for the shadow..
Is to tip-toe into the light..
Realising you never left..
Only chose a different view..
Snakes and ladders..
The kaleidoscope of pathways..
All bleeding into one..
A melting multitude of mystical melody..
Nothing can be wrong..
For right doesn’t exist..
It just is..
Once everything is dissolved..
All that is left..