A tumble of thoughts:
Experience at 3.14% efficiency.
Questions answered intermittently, like a broken clock...
“Direct your gaze,” yet the compass needle spins madly.
Wonders trapped within a glass of water, contorted reflections revealing too much.
Don't worry; it can’t be taken away because it was never yours to begin with.
Follow the Reveries

The irony is in believing in the constant motion of these mirrors that hold your visage. Washed out, singing slightly off-key.
Remarkable? Unremarked? Perhaps too late to care.
Access the Mirage