The Constant Shift No fixed form, no shape is mine, My being bends to what's defined. For in this clear, reflective space, I take on what th...

The Constant Shift No fixed form, no shape is mine, My being bends to what's defined. For in this clear, reflective space, I take on what the mirror's face Receives from light, from passing view, A shifting self, forever new. The morning sun, the evening's shade, A thousand forms, sincerely made. When laughter dances, I am bright, A fleeting joy, held in the light. When shadows fall, and tears may stream, I mirror back the somber gleam. I am the world that's brought to me, The momentary form you see. No static soul, but ever-changed, By what the looking-glass arranged.