The mirror has its own life
Looks at itself and more so with pride.
Seeing itself as anyone it can be
It toys with the image of me.
Each day I thrash this image of it
Each day it makes a new person of the bits.
There is always but one person that remains
The one who in the childhood stared
And was looked back from the mirror with the same glare.
This person in mirror always remained same
The one outside changed by life stains.
Can I look in the mirror and be proud
Can I stare and stare out loud
Can I challenge the one that I became
Or stick to now whatever is the game.
Because the mirror always knows our truth
Subtle rash kind or a crook
And whatever logic we may find in our lives
The mirror sees right through it and strikes.
The necessities and luxuries we may define
Mirror knows the logic that we undermine
The logic of where life brims
The person in the mirror lingers but soon dims.