Reflections Of
A doppleganger in the mirror I see,
an opposite of him I know as me,
a reflection of I think, the he,
that I comprehend in essence to be,
the being, the one who I perceive,
as being the carriage for what I believe,
is the energy source,of the inner core,
that controls and powers the memory store,
by triggering sparks inside the brain,
to make me think,and think again,
and sends out signals to make the carriage do,
even without a thought,what it's needed to,
So am I looking out, and what is for real?
Does reality lie in what I think I see or feel,
or is all perhaps merely fleeting dreams,
is anything truly,as real as it seems?
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