Life inside a music box ain't easy
The mallets hit the gears that are always turning
And everyone inside the mechanism is yearning to get out
And sing another melody completely
So different from the one they're always singing
I close my eyes and think that I have found me
But then I feel mortality surround me
I want to sing another melody
So different from the one I always sing.
-Regina Spektor, Music Box
Even though these pictures aren't of a music box, they remind me of this song. The reflections are like a pattern that keeps going and going, without any breaks or variation. It's almost worrying.