Outside

There is no outside

Outside of our selves

Just a cosmic reflection

In the mirror ball

That hangs in

The ballroom

Of our minds

When we catch

A glimpse of the

Gloominess of

Rain falling

It represents

The tears inside

Wanting to flow

Yet as the sphere spins

It may be as sunny

And warm as all get out

Still not catch

The right little square

That shows us

Where we are at

As it moves too fast

To follow our light

Distorted where it lands

While never stopping

Long enough to shine

Brightly inside

Or outside