Looking Glass

When memories seem to pass,
Like ghosts in an untold past.
We see the image through the glass
And think things won't last
The note that was left,
Read clear as fog.
In the untold world,
That surrounds us all.
We weight the factors pound by pound.
And in this way we make no sound,
When we see that reflection through the glass.
The days seem to slowly pass.
Seeing through the looking glass.