Mirrors

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.