hiding the keys

thought i'd learned how to look
through the glass and past the pane
instead of staring at the reflection
and seeing my facade in the frame
but i've burned whatever book
taught me how to turn off the lights
and i find my face staring back at me
following what seemed perfect nights
the transparency i once pursued
has left me looking through empty lenses
while the peace that i prayed for
feels like reflections of reflexive senses.