This is a poem really. About existence. Looking at yourself. The rabbit hole. I’m stretching harmonically. A pattern through descending chords and keys. Nine holds it together. Maybe. The song is incomplete in my view. But here it is.
The poem goes something like this
Although we are worlds apart
And so the story’s told
There’s a mystical magical mirror
In our lives to behold
Although I look invisible
And think it’s you I see
It’s through this lookign glass
That the truth will set me free
Magical this mirror
Mystical this glass
The source of our perception
Is revealed to us at last
Never staring at the sun
The others we percieve
Are only a reflection
Of the one we all call me
For what I see in you
Is what I see in me
And seeing you completing me
Is all I’ll even be
So here together sharing
We touch each other’s hearts
Through a mystical, magical mirror
From worlds so far apart
Take 2 – funkafide
I redid the lyrics to a funky retro groove in 2022. Here’s that version.
