There was a young boy
A child as lost as one could be
He did not know who he was
Or his reason to be

The boy found a room
The room had no purpose
No reason to be
But it was still there
Like it was just meant to be

In the room he found a mirror
The mirror had no point
No reason to be
But it was still there
Like it just didn't even care

Above the mirror he found a sign
The sign had no explanation
No reason to be
But it was there
Like it just belonged

On the sign he found writing
The words had no meaning
No reason to be
But they were still there
Like they were just meant to be read

The boy read the writing
Trying to find an answer
To find who it was
That made him feel so lost

But after reading that writing
Upon the sign that belonged
Above the mirror that didn't care
In the room that was meant to be
He no longer needed to find an answer

The boy who turned away
From the mirror that didn't care
And walked out
Of the room that was meant to be

He what not lost
But all so not found
He was someone with a purpose
Someone who had found meaning to their life
He knew what he had to do


*'The mirror will reflect your greatest enemy' read the sign