in a mannequin's eye, you won't see reflection
you won't go much deeper than the cornea
you might see beauty in the face or the gesture
but you'll never see truth in a mannequin's eye
in a mannequin's eye, there's a pupil and an iris
and a level of detail that stands out from a distance
they seem to focus on you as you move closer
but they're indifferent and blank when you stand eye to eye
and they stand
faces point to the door
faces point to the window as you walk by
and they stand
but they're not looking at you
no, that's all just a lie in a mannequin's eye
and in a mannequin's mind you won't find insight
or feelings or a desire to go or to stay
you'll only find a hollow surrounded by plastic
where identity would be in a mannequin's mind