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