What do you see,
when you look in the mirror?

Do you look past the surface,
To look behind your own eyes?

Do you see all the memories,
Good and bad inside?

Do you see the future,
And what you plan to be?

All the land,
people,
And places you'll see?

Do you find your imagination,
Turning yourself gray?

Or the fire,
To keep you warm in old age?

Well,
I see a crown,
For the life I will rule one day.

I see a world,
Shaped like clay.

I see all my people,
Happy at play.