Welcome to the Mirrored Place
Where the clocks turn counter-clockwise
Where we read and write,
From right to left,
Where normal is done in backwards ways.
When you look into the mirror
Standing there is me, your reflection
When you move left, I move right,
When you move right, I move left,
I do it all the same, but yet, I don’t.
You only see me when you look
But that doesn’t mean I cease to exist
When you walk away,
I live my life,
The backwards version of yours.
When you look at me, in the mirror
All you see is your reflection
But when I look inside,
To fix my hair or make-up,
I see you, my reflection.
Your place is the Mirrored Place
And your clocks turn the wrong way
When I move left, you move right,
When I blink, you follow suit,
You, my reflection, follow my every move.
Welcome to the Mirrored Place,
Where you’ve lived for all of your days.