There's a mirror on the wall tonight
Itdoesn't ask me who I am
It only holdswhat's left of light
A curtain crack, an open hand
I press my face against the glass
But nothing looks back from inside
Just the room and what the dark let pass
A borrowed shape, a borrowed time
And I wonder if the glass gets tired
Of holding faces thatdon't stay
Or if emptiness is all it requires
To be itself in some strange way
I am the mirror, I am the frame
I hold the world but feel no weight
Every question reflects the same
A silent answer thatwon't break
I am the surface, I am the still
I show you everything you bring
And when you leave the room is filled
With nothing else
Not anything
At3 AM the light turns low
No one asks me anything
I watch the dust drift soft and slow
Across the glass like folded wings
Maybe this is what it means to be
Not empty but completely clear
A stillness that was never me
A presence that was always here
And I wonder if the glass gets tired
Of holding faces thatdon't stay
Or if emptiness is all it requires
To be itself in some strange way
I am the mirror, I am the frame
I hold the world but feel no weight
Every question reflects the same
A silent answer thatwon't break
I am the surface, I am the still
I show you everything you bring
And when you leave the room is filled
With nothing else
Not anything
Curtain crack, the dark let pass
Dust on glass
Nothing asks