Mirror image of a mirror (Silver screen)

Face me! Turn around.

I face myself

Into a mirror,

And into a mirror world;

Into a universe

So close –

So far away.

Almost insane…

Where I am myself

Yet microns away

From the “real world”

Everything’s perfect. 

You know…

Under the surface

Of this old, cracked

Silver screen

I reach and I touch - you.

Blood there, under the surface, 

Is fake.

I am an actor there, 

You’re acting too.

When this movie’s over,

Another one will begin.

No one really gets old,

No one really cries,

No one really dies…

Everyone stays at the table, 

Forever young.