Hall of Mirrors

Go through the door, are you ready? The door disappears, were you ready? Your there before yourself to see Your image was waiting, waiting Is this real? Is this me, need to go back Can't go back, don't want to go forward. Not ready I cried, too late I cried back Turn round, there I am, still not ready. Look to the side I'm there again, again Look up look down, look all around. Everywhere I see images of me of me. Look for the door, it is no more, no more Should have thought some more before the door. Nowhere to go always will I stare at what's not there. Phew! gave myself a claustrophobic fright there! © Dave Timperley 2014