In the mirror of life the ripples of time project anew  
while each moment of light simply reflects back to you
every changing nuance captured from a distance
is focused to the point of radius, it's your accrue
Incurved leaning towards your personal perception
the mirror of life delivers the path to your personal truth
Whether accurate or not you shape your reflection
according to what you see and what you deduce;
Intuit thoughts arise and suddenly the mirror cracks
with arms wide open, "come to accept yourself"
In a world of monumental perfect, flaws are beautiful too
the mirror of life is kind to you, when you decide to look
deeper than the surface, wider than the sea
in the end the mirror says, " it's always been you and me "