A strange look greets me as I turn my gaze to a mirror and stare into my image
It looks rather vapid and gloomy, perhaps reminding me of my moral pillage

The virtual world in its realm as they say; or perhaps it’s just light blocked by a glass shard
The mirror smiles and whispers ‘I only shield the light but not the truth, however scarred’

The ‘other’ world intrigues me and I yearn for what lies on that side
Is it a blissful place or has it the same ebb and flow of the tide

I wonder; is it after all a mere reflection of self or out there lies a different and an asserting me
I invite ‘myself’ over on a voyage where what this discovery holds, I shall eventually see

I reach out to myself with an desire to bridge the virtuous gap in my ravine
For once the ego is set aside, the vanity gone
and just my soul in its sublime

My life unfolds on the mirror side of me with the same ugliness, turpitude, conceit and lies
A little perturbed, I now realize I was crass to assume that events and time here differently flies

I saw the same conundrum in my conscience and the as similar events griped me in their jaws
As like always, I faltered and erred here too, as I was used to always put myself before the cause

I falsely believed that here I was the Captain of my ship, sailing the smooth waters of life on a full mast
But what I saw instead was a reflection of my bygones in the future and a glimpse of my future in the past

Nonplussed, I look at the mirror ‘me’ to desperately seek a reason for this strange decree
The mirror ‘me’ smilingly says ‘Cause and effect in this world too obey the rules as they be

‘Here’, the other me reveals, ‘Right doesn’t magically become the wrong; nor wrong the right’
In the struggles of life, though queer it may seem, but with only yourself did you always fight

Now wiser, I thank ‘me’ exchange pleasantries and return to the real, albeit shaken, rumbling and aghast
In my journey back home I realize that it is wise to ponder on your future but a tad wiser to reflect on your past

Ashamed, I realize how naive I was to seek a different reality; always and every-time looking for an excuse to flee
Now when I look at the mirror reflection, I say to myself it has always been you there, you simply chose not to see