Is the person on the other side of the mirror wondering who I am?
Am I just a color, a shape, a mere reflection of an other man?
Yet I think, I dream, I exit, but I feel that my job is just one…
To serve my real me, and appear on the mirror whenever it is time.

What if none of us is a real person, and we are simply the same
we both reflect each other’s reflection, a never-ending game…
So who is the one reflected by both sides? Someone he must be,
and if it’s not you, nor me, it’s just another refection, but this one, is free!