I walk by the mirror
Day after day unchanged
With a warm glow of childhood
And a silvery glimmer of the future

I walk by the mirror
A scratch here and there
But never seen from an outsider

I run past the mirror
And to my surprise
The mirror is different
The warm glow has ignited into a flame
And the silvery shine is no longer so distant
When I knew what to expect
I was missing the magic
Of change

I slowly tiptoe past the mirror
Admiring it for its timeless qualities
And never again
Running and losing the magic
Of change