Reflect on this
image.
Somewhere out there another
you.
Twice you see your face in the
mirror.

Life through a window
Curving the street
with your eyes
Brake lights blurring by
streaked like brush strokes in the night.

Reflect on this
what you're searching for
you have become.
Inevitably
everything was backwards
at first.
Now it's all the same.
Different sometimes
through the glass of the window.