Hall of Mirrors
All the fun of the fair.
The funfair is in town:
Music and noise.
Glitter and lights.
Sawdust and candyfloss.
“All the fun of the fair.”
A pale hand grips you.
You are led away.
A gaudy caravan.
“The Hall of Mirrors!”
What do you have to lose?
Inside all the mirrors are unaltered.
You see yourself as you really are.
There is no escape.