Look

On some rainy days I’ll find what I’m looking for

Reflected in the water pools at my feet

But the raindrops cause the image to ripple and collide into itself

And I cant see what it is

 

Sometimes I’ll look into the glass of my mirror

And see what I’m looking for

But the image reflected is not its true form

Only a copy

 

When walking past a blank TV screen a flash

Sometimes grabs my attention

But I only ever see a piece of what I’m looking for

In the light reflected off its smooth surface

 

In the shine of my golden doorknob

I sometimes see what I’m looking for

But it seems too good to be true

And I look away