“Mirror, mirror in the wormholes” Gun Roswell
As through the vibrating looking glass I go
Time itself will come to a stall
Then, I let myself gently into the abyss fall
The world of my own reflected
On the other side upside down detected
Something so similar but different than never expected
I find myself in a parallel universe
When I had set the gear in full reverse
Then I touch the liquid and the image is disturbed
It’s almost as looking into a mirror
Everything getting so much nearer
The image is slowly getting clearer
When I finally reach my destination
There really is no more comparison
It’s all too different by definition
But it’s fine for the time being
As my alter ego I am seeing
With the same quirks, is quite freeing
Knowing some things never change
Even in another and different place
I still carry myself with the same old face
Rantings Of A Third Kind 