A Lilly for a Lover? A Lilly which was never given, a glance at a 2nd chance, so causally disregarded I am still a loser, but what more could I ever be? And I wonder ... What must the mirror think of me? It sees me in reverse. Tinted, tainted, and so transversed With faint distortions, my pretensions, little imperfections, false introspection, and those inner fears Those thoughts, which I dare not ever voice aloud. and yet, somehow It shows me all the same... I guess it must be a poor judge of character Or is that just me? So perfectly reflected, with a clockwork inversion, to make the Swiss craftsman ever so jealous Here I am, the latest revision, of the current version, up-to-date, 2nd rate, on a one day only sale. This one no worse, nor at all better then all those which came before It's just another guise, a cheaply made smiling and wishful disguise Because the mirror would not wish, nor ever be able To understand All that which resides on the inside And still, no Lilly have I given.