Through the Looking Glass
Frantic and loud
Quiet and shrewd
Through the looking glass
Time moving forward, doubling back
Remembering the past
Shouting the number for all to hear
Crowds forming to give, to take
Crying fills the air
Horns blaring from the street
A vortex of noise
Frantic and loud they sound
They are standing still
Among the daises
The number surrounding them
Quiet and shrewd they lay
Looking through
Into the memories
Disquiet thick in the air
Crackling fires and laughing men
Riots and misery
Cries filled the air
The number constantly surrounding
Dancing through the crowd
The memories are coming
Blurring to no end
Always together,
Peices of light and sound
Confusion and chaos
Through the looking glass we see.