I wonder, is it a looking glass
Or a look-in glass?
Where only the latter defines the subject as we
Who watch, and not the mirror that sees.
For with a ‘looking’ glass, the usual phrase,
The mirror is the
subject executing the gaze,
Thus the mirror that looks, it that can view,
All the things that we say, and those that we do
So why do we have the feeling of peering inside
Behind that glass pane where nothing can hide
When in fact our reflection, does it have more control?
Is it we who are playing the mimicking role?
We think of a world trapped in that frame,
Where the lives of the people are played out the same,
Yet if the glass does the looking, it is we who are trapped,
Only copying the life someone else has mapped.
Thus for our whole lives have we had it wrong?
We’ve been fooled, we’ve been tricked and yet all along
Our face the reflection, actions a simulation
While the clue was in the word and its devious
translation.
