Mirror

I stare into the mirror,
in this dimly lighted space.
This is just my room,
this desk, my working place.

This mirror in front of my desk
gives off this faint, hollow glow.
It shimmers back an image of me,
inside, is magic, and only I know.

I stare at it for hours,
And I glance at the nearby clock.
I listen to the noise,
And I hear a faint 'tick-tock'

I reach a hand strongly outward.
That's where I want to be.
I want to be that reflection.
I want to mirror me...

Author notes

This is something I use to do a lot, I would just sit in front of the mirror, just wanting inside. Wanting to escape this world. And finally, when I thought I could step through, I would touch it. But...my hand always hit the glass, and I'm left with the feeling that maybe if I had waited just one more second...it would have worked...
Written March 13th, 2004