You were so dynamic in your introspection
-With a propensity for pushing through your mirror
Tactless with your delusions of perfection
-All logic tends to be lost on you anymore
Serendipitously discovered you're not what I thought I was looking for...
-You'd pose, statuesque, as if beyond reproach
Only in a reflected world would you be misconstrued as genuine
-Using confused eyes and looking-glass lies to encroach
Beware gifts given by the mad, and what lies within
And beware the machinations of the never-when
Don't talk to strange animals if you wish to proceed
Sit quietly and ride the train to where it may lead...