Mismatched socks-
I stare in the mirror all day, glaring back
At my soul of how far both of us have come.
Each night I hide my watch safe under my
Pillow- to sleep through time; whispering a
Prayer before, that could would grant me a
Photo of the future, as the vision to lead my
Eyes to a clearer view of where I should go.

But the future is this Unknown-
A place so many are afraid to go, but even if the
World had no mirrors, would you start to believe
You don’t exist, if you never see your own reflection
If not to look at the outer self, do we not look within
Ourselves for self-introspection?

The future holds no reflection, but will
Always exist for those willing to see it through.
And if we don’t get to see tomorrow- make the
Best of today, as the future of someone else to be
Inspired by your past.