As if

Going faster now, can I make it, or should I even try?
Bye and bye, can only wonder who will cry, and why?
A reflection can only show what it sees, yet most want more.
Like you can run down and pick some up at a bore store.
Others look but cannot see, the reflection in flection fading, that is me.
In order to look at me, they must get past there own look, to look at me.
Whether can it be said, when they'll be there, that alone is enough to change that reflection.
That it can only look back and reflect a part that is not me to see.
Look if you must but realize that to find the me must come from my eyes.
For yours will see you looking at me and how does that help you to see.
The one that sees the me that only I can see must be.
Tarnished though I may be, the shine is there for me to see and be.
But yours is yours and mine is mine and together if we blend,
We become larger than the you or me would ever hope to be.