Seeing your reflection, no beauty except for yours,
Looking at a mirror, imagination in uproars.
Silence ever after, no melody has it,
So monotone, lacking creativity and wit.
You cannot look at a window, only through,
For a window has a ideas and knowledge to rescue
Windows let thoughts escape your mind and soar
A window is always open even if it is closed for ever more.
A mirror shows you no life, melody or soul,
A window explains things in a hidden way that's whole
A mirror cannot lie, though it tells so many deceptions
While a window is real and not a trick of perception.
To see the present, this bland reality
Or to see the future, what could be
To look and see those "what ifs" come true
That's the difference between a mirror and you