I walk through the Hall
The Hall of 100 Mirrors.
In each one I see
A different side of me
Even though they're all the same.
In one, who I was.
In another, who I am.
In many more, my secret hopes, dreams, and wishes
Of everything I could have been.
Everything I could be.
I see a bit of everything
Not even I
Can quite comprehend
The faces staring back at me
And they're all mine.
