With every turn, another chase.
With every chase, another place.
With every place, another face.
With every face, another trace
of what it was you used to be

in this grinning mimicry.

Your new name here is Mirrored Me
reflecting all in all I see
leaving to return to tea
learning you were never free
from what it was I were to be

in this spinning imagery

until you aim my scope away
wake dreamy visions from dismay
rethink you think I heard me say
I cannot leave until you stay
true to who we should now be

in this thinning symmetry.