March 3rd.

I stood, peering into the looking glass

Viewing a different life 

Different, but similar in so many ways. 

I was looking left, thinking things ought to be right 

Finding that life was only just slight of right.

 

But looking around me, away from the looking glass

I wondered. 

Is this reality different from what it should be?

Is it just me?

 

And now I find this life lovely, 

What must be comes to pass - 

This is me/her, walking away from the looking glass.