My mirage behind your eyes

Holding for nothing

Waiting for no one

The mirage seems close

I can taste it

So simple

My vision is tricky

My glasses see glimpses

Your acquaintances roll

An opinion is my mistake

An interpretation of something intangible

Like a field of traveling birds

They’ve never been the same as the day

It’s a backwards trial

I can feel my profile

In some third person view

I see myself like a mirror

It’s my mirage

That’s behind your eyes