In My "I"s House Of Mirrors

I'm falling Into the skies Training to see My eyes Tripling With precision Their doubled Double vision Now my I can see All the things So blurry It amounts to nothing It's all hocus Playing the pocus Claiming the blurred lines Are in such focus Falling up side down The right side, up, a trick Sooner than later comes quick This gravity and ground Like lightning's glue Its flash to thunder's sound Like my I also becomes My you The only thing seen In my every scene That's in focus Where grenades of smoke Commence to choke Everyone else's us But my me Will never be Receiving love's incursion Or any version Of we The only one, one should think of One should love We're told from the broken records On repeat Is your I I I Your you Your me Me Me But sooner or later All these 'I' s will see The underground's Ground-bringing gravity When they're brought Before the image they've fought So late in the game But just the same To their mirror The image of their me Will never be Clearer