
Do your friends tell the truth?
The mirror is surely skin deep,
nothing to be seen past the
reflected light. As easy to ignore
as it is to worship. In theory.
In practice, the deceit of the
reflected light is encouraged,
made as if to matter more than the
truth behind these waves returned.
The truth that you are measured
by the company that you keep.
The mirror marks only time,
my companions mark me.