Mirrors
In this maze of mirrors
Nothing's as it seems
It rips and twists and stretches
All your hopes and dreams
There's no-one here to help you
No bread trail to guide you out
No-one to hear you scream
Or care when you shout
You're stuck till you find the end
There's no shortcut in this game
Every way you turn
The outlooks still the same
Copyright © Loretta Bailey | Year Posted 2011
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