If I walked through my mirror

Imagine what would lie in wait

Everything just opposite

Of my life today

 

I would step through the frame

To see a bedroom free of clutter

A phone call coming in

From my loving, caring mother

 

My sisters in the living room

To help me choose an outfit

There’s a line of suitors out the door

I can count that high, but can’t pronounce it

 

I don’t need to go to work today

I already won the lottery

I work anyway, ‘cause I’m artist

They say a downright prodigy

 

I can do the things I love again

My body feels no pain

And every ounce of anguish

Has simply gone away