Oh, magic mirror on the wall, who is the one I see before?

A mirror is set to reflect my present self. If so, why do I see portions of my past and evidence of my future. Is there a contradiction in this glass surface.

The bags underneath my eyes shows my sleep deprived past. The hair on my face shows my bearded future. Yet the sound of my heart beat shows my living present.

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.
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You say you know better. You have been on this Earth longer than me.

You saw the culmination of faults write the books I've read in school.

You saw the Moon go many shades and the Sun still light your life.

You act like a giant and say I stand upon your shoulders.

Yet, the water is still above my head.

The sacrifices you made weren't enough to afford me a life vest.

So, I'm drowning...maybe....just maybe I'll drown your demons along with mine.

The stones of my ancestors will not be turned over by my descendants.

For Time has been the concept of an illusion, the perception of what is and isn't.

For Love has been in everything, from pleasure to pain it is still present.

For Death has been the collector, writing away the essences that are here and therefor.

So while eons pass, be sure to remember me and notice the collateral beauty.

A head empty with lies and water shallow enough to drown.
A clock never on time and a road always lost.

People fail to see that darkness can be reflected too. Because in those dark times we begin to realize who we truly are inside.
  The shallow waters in a dark pond still give off a reflection. Just the ones we tend to avoid at night.