I shake hands with the mood of the mirror
Both so close and so far to-and-from peace
I break rank with the views in the mirror
Disagree to agree, no-thanks to yes-please
Facts are facts, but the picture's not any clearer
Like exacting a map still adapting to its territory
The fact is facts are stranger than fiction
What happens in abstraction stays in actuality
The Chicken came first; alphabetical order
Flatten the earth and circle the corners
Snow-globe sunburn, you're cold but getting warmer
I don't want to change my mind just yet
I want to ignore it
I don't want to make my mind up yet
I want to explore it
I shake hands with the ideas of a stranger
Show them respect as I prejudice it's beliefs
I shake hands with my idea of danger
Hedging my bets and playing against them for keeps
The Chicken came first; alphabetical order
Burning the church; holy-smokes, holy water
Blessed by the curse; the healing in trauma
I don't want to change my mind just yet
I want to ignore it
I don't want to make my mind up yet
I want to explore it
I don't want to name my mind just yet
I want to obscure it
I don't want to tame my mind just yet
I want to endure it
I shake hands, make a truce with the mirror
Maybe might be true enough for me
I contact with you-know-who in the mirror
Whoever breaks first is the one that I defeat