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