when will my reflection

it’s weird to know we’ve all been going through it
the planets shifting in their seats
and we’re down here squirming
or curled up so tight
these days I’ve been kind of sitting around
a little slumped
always hard to tell how tilted over I might be -
there’re no mirrors in this house
see, my reflection is up there 
in those celestial bodies
that’s my light 
shining back at me
I’m in bed 
and I don’t wander outside to
strain my eyes to see past 
the street lamps' wide aura
but I’m pretty sure I’m up there
slumping over 
to catch a glimpse of something