The doors closed as I fell in.
I stood backwards;
With the future behind me,
And the past staring straight at my face
Like mirrors reflecting mirrors in a run down elevator
In the old motel just outside of town.
I was trapped.
In a cycle of endless space
Where time had frozen
And my body lay cold
I reached for my own hand
I reached for anyone
But only found myself.
That’s when the power went out.
And I couldn’t see my reflection through the mirror clearly.
The elevator couldn’t descend any lower.
I broke the mirrors.
I faced forward.
I pulled open the doors
And I climbed out.
With the past behind me,
and the future staring straight at my face.
The doors closed as I pressed forward.
And now I won’t look back.