Between Two Worlds

A mirror, a window to your soul
From which nothing can be hidden.
A thin sheet of glass
Between two worlds,
Separating us from our lies,
That which cannot be hidden from ourselves.
A dark sight I continue to see
Even when my eyes are wide open
And the cold wind of uncertainty
Lingers before me.
What use is there for these eyes
When there is no purpose in their presence?
Must we gauge them out
When all is in darkness and
No role lies for these eyes?
Or should we strive to find the
Light of a candle however faint it may be?
Today it seemed the world was a scene
To be inspected and scrutinized,
Tomorrow it may be a story for
All to see and all to know.

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