Walking with the,
beat of life,
Looking through,
the piece ofglass,
for pretty long.
I stepped into a room,
of four mirror walls.
The reflection of my soul
looked weird,looked scary
Things were due,
dissemble has to cease.
Life seemed numb,
Life seemed to end.
Struggled in the darkness,
with passing moments,
so eternal and slow.
Mirror turned to glass again.
Felt more strong and lite.
Joined the pace of life.
Moved with rhythm of joy.
