Looking Glass

Sometimes when I sit and stare into space
I imagine another me, another time, another place
Where everything is just the way it should be
The grass is green, the sun is warm, the laughter fills the air, but only I can see.

Through the looking glass, outside looking in
You look into the mirror at yourself and grin
You do not see me, nor do you know I am there
But one day our paths will collide and you will know I care

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