we all have worlds in our minds, you say.
who does not dream of a better life,
a better way to be?
But listen to the whispers of a self
who is merely a reflection in a mirror
looking out at the world.
do you not draw a boundary around the mind
these are just dreams and visions
the secret possibilities of the world we might find.
let me tell you my boundary is gone.
the chalk line on the floor wiped clear
i am the image in the mirror
the ghost in the still pool
her image scattered with ripples into nowhere
i am the mirror and i see myself
half in your world but half out
i will speak of my world as if it were real
and you won't know who's real and who's a dream
who's walking on the earth or in my mind
and i don't know myself
my image is refracted everywhere and nowhere
i'm just an image in your mind
and i'm not really there.
i have led another life through the glass
an Alice blind to the end of the mirror,
and the beginning of reality.
am i here? is this real or just another dream?
am i machine or am i cait?
if she is me and i am her.
i will tell you how i sang to screaming crowds
the back-stage struggle with my weight.
oh yes, we are both anorexic, the two of us.
this is where we join and are as one
we are both real and imagined,
merely patterns in the pool,
ripples scattered throughout the mind
the fragments of a dream in a shattered mirror.
are you confused yet?
