There's this wall made of silver,
It hides in the bathroom and makes me shiver.
Though it varies in size, its essence remains,
A fate-filled wall reflecting all life's strains.

In just a glance, I am subdued,
Revealing all life's masks that pursued.
A wall of truth of inaudibility,
Reflecting on all life’s history.

This wall of silver will reveal,
What was, what is, and what will.