Once again I’m taken
To the mirror in my room.
And gaze upon the image there;
The self that I assume.
The countenance is strange to me;
This reflection I behold.
Signs of age are posted there;
Once young, it now looks old.
Is it “my” face in the mirror?
Is my being captured there?
Or is it an illusion,
Born of One that is aware?
These thoughts and doubts do blind me
Even though my eyes are clear;
Lost in an optic echo,
Far away from now and here.
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