Invert my image through the looking glass
Are we ever sure of what we’re looking at?
We can’t ever see present or past
And the future, a future that wont ever last
Minutes tick, seconds turn, and hours fly
As the hands slowly turn, waving goodbye
If the image is the image right side or not
Up or down the image, that image, it’s all that you’ve got
But when it comes time to finally peel away
The image in your eye, forever will it stay
And that something so real
Becomes something you feel
And the something you saw
Is something of awe
And it’s better than anything ever at all
Something so large, kept by something so small
Once that it’s gone, or merely a thought
Its anything and everything, but not what its not
But everything is anything you want it to be
And nothing is something, it all just depends on the thing that you see