The Burden of a Mirror

A man approached me, dressed in shining gold;
The suit was one I’ve seen ten times before.
Behind him lurked a man who seemed quite old,
His scars told me he fought the recent war.
 
A day ago, I saw a pair of twins.
Their variance was clear to me like glass.
I might excel at memorizing skins,
But all I want is vision through their mass.
 
I see it all, except the vital parts
That make a person who they truly are;
I cannot see the pureness of their hearts.
To know their figure does not bring me far.

I yearn to know what stocks each person’s mind.
I might see all, but I am truly blind.