~Amadeus: From There to Here or From the Looking Glass

They say there are things you can know that will drive you crazy.
I used to laugh at the idea, nowadays I and I don't find it quite so amusing.
I's got a story to tell, if there's anyone to listen. I'll be warning you now though. Its best to keep tellin' yourself that I'm crazy, mad as a hatter. Might ease the burden on you, might not.
I was working at the shop a few days ago, it'd been slow like so I was arranging some of the old books. Anyway, I came a across an old piece of paper, not vellum or parchment, just old thick paper good for stationary. A curious sort I skimmed the page, stopped an began to read. It was written backwards, in my own script. Well, now that's a bit odd, so I kept the page and left early to decipher what I had found.
It didn't take me too long to figure out that it was a ritual for contacting or summoning yourself. Now I told you I was crazy, didn't I? You know all those times when you say to yourself 'I wish I could have told myself not to do that'. C'mon, I know you've said it more than once in your life.
I thought it wouldn't be such a bad thing. The materials weren't very obscure; a few mirrors, little bits and pieces you could spare of yourself. The more of self you put into the ritual the clearer the channel, you see?
So here I am trying to call up a younger version of myself just to drop a reminder, a note of encouragement if you will. I find myself face to face not with young Amanda Grey,who would one day be Amadeus but an Amadeus herself. I and I in the here and now staring at each other. All of this born from a reflection of a reflection and then your eyes dart to the mirrored infinities that were reflected all around. Makes you feel kinda dizzy, queasy like don't it? Just keep telling yourself I'm crazy and maybe it'll pass. We don't speak, there isn't a need to, there is just a knowing. An understanding of a balance to be paid. All of your highs are balanced out with an equal sets of lows haven't you noticed? Here's the real crazy part. Would you be wiling to swap paces with yourself, letting one version take a step closer to it's better day; better time line if you had to step a step back. A step further away or downward from where you are? Would you trade that? Sacrifice that for yourself? I made my choice. Round and round we go, where it stops nobody knows. I told you I was crazy, warned you even. 'Course all of the above could just be a lie. Maybe it's bits and pieces of truth mixed with an artful lie? I'm betting it all depends on how you see things, perhaps. Crazy? That's just a four letter word.