I gazed into the glass today,
A stranger's face met my dismay.
The lines were carved by hands unknown,
The eyes no longer felt my own.
What wealth can buy this soul bereft,
When all but shadows are what's left?
No coins to cast, no treasure's gleam,
Can mend the fracture of the dream.
Once I held a brighter frame,
A heart unshackled, free from blame.
But time has thieved what pride concealed,
Now truth's raw edge cannot be healed.
Who am I now, beneath this mask,
A question too immense to ask.
No gold can mend this shattered sphere,
When I’m a ghost who lingers near.