A LOOKING GLASS
A looking glass Made of bubbles Sat and stared A thousand eyes Full of color My color Was black Your color Was white And together We held The entire Spectrum Between us
A looking glass Made of bubbles Sat and stared A thousand eyes Full of color My color Was black Your color Was white And together We held The entire Spectrum Between us
I’ve discovered in the search for who I am that I’m not just one thing. You see… I kept making the mistake of trying to define myself. I am not JUST anything. I am all the different colors between and including black and white. I am a prism reflecting myself into the world. I…