Darkless Light

When I look in a mirror what do I see, my eyes reveal more than I can possibly be. The gears that are churning, grinding behind are the wheels const'ly turning, fluently blind. Am I lost, what do I find? Beneath the colored soulscape, it spurs and reels my mind; an arid, lucid escape. Does life deter its tasteless sight? - Through the mirrored, thoughtless night.