Reflection
	I looked through the glass					If I moved to the left
	At the person inside.					He would immediately follow.
	As I was watching him,					As much to say,
	He was not trying to hide.					Do you think I am hollow.
	He eyed me with a curious look,					In a staring contest,
	As if to say,					Neither of us would win.
	Who or what are you,					Could it be,
	Watching me this day.					That we are kin?
	His face showed curiosity,					What about his soul,
	But no hint of fear.					Was it full of fun;
	His face showed a question,					Or was it possible
	But ever so dear.					That he had none?
	If I closed my eyes,					Was I on the outside
	Then he would blink.					Looking in;
	Or least that is what					Or is that just where
	I would like to think.					I thought I should have been?
								Ivan