Looking into the mirror,
I see ashure eyes staring back at me.
They define the soul I do not see.

The world hath no hope for humanity,
It only shoves us aside.
Knowing lies behind closed eyes.

The woman I seek in me,
Is far below the surface.
Within the black crevice.

She is more mature than I,
She knows her path that she seeks,
She waits, observes, and treads lightly.

Today is the day everybody see's.
When their birthday comes,
and no birth of happiness is shown.

Looking into the mirror,
another year has come and gone.
Seventeen years now.

Today is another step closer to the adult,
who hides behind the archaic eyes,
of the wolf.
Behind the blue skies.