The mirrors lament
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?
The mirror cannot say, does not know,
a pane of glass and light, as snow
in the sunlight, beautiful yet chill.
Ask not the mirror, for it stands still
In a world which moves. It is a blind
prophet, a sightless window to a secret mind.
The painted alice trapped in the wonderland wall
is but a reflection of the dreams which will not fall.