The opening eyes of the infant flickered from here to there,
Taking in the world as it passed by,
The sapling grew into a tree in the blink of an eye,
People came and people went,
Memories of their ghosts with some others stayed behind,
The infant faintly recalled what the reflection he saw in the mirror looked like,
It saw the mirrors change with its reflection,
The people behind him grew older like it,
He began to forget things that had been,
But ghosts of his doings and things occurred haunting his mind,
And as came near the end of time,
It reflected upon who it had become.