In a room full of mirrors, what is it that you see?
Is it all about you?
Or are the images not what they seem to be?
In the depths of the sea, what do you hear?
Is it all hushed and still?
Or is the silence deafening to the ears?
At the top of the mountain, how do you breathe?
Is it deep and comforting?
Or can you barely catch it?
In the middle of the darkness, what is it that you feel?
Is it comforting solace? Or the brink of loneliness?
Is it reassuring calmness? Or is it dredging fear?