Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Hotel

I walked around the empty floors and knocked on every door
I was waiting for my face to greet me
just as it had done before
Only this time more than mere reflection
staring coldly back and forth
I was walking down the hotel corridor
When I came to a dark corner
Now I could have been crazy,
but I swear I saw myself
I saw a better me
I saw everything
But how was it so
What kind of magic lurking these walls could project such wonders?
I suddenly think that if I caught me
I'd be right to steal it all
I should thank the grand magician
blessing me with this dilemma
It wasn't until much later and much too late
that I would see too much
only to see no more.