Am I like you or are you like me?
Whose reflection do we see?
Lost in wavering introspection,
Striving for identity.
Merged with passive consent,
Which of us is the thief.
Stealing from the real, to feed the false
Monopolizing the mirror’s company.
It’s hard work just to see,
Self scattered in the intangible.
I seek fluidity in self-unification.
A connectivity that’s palpable…