When the mirror beckons you,
       what is it that you see?
Is it enchanting how far you have come,
       or a remorse of where you could be? 

Do you own all your decisions, 
      and put them behind you;
or keep feeling like a victim, 
      clipping the dreams you wanted to pursue? 

Do you still see,
        a spark in your eyes;
reminder of the dream that fails to die,
        gives you a motive to keep hopes alive? 

Do your shoulders droop,
        with burden you should have let go;
or are they ready to take on whatever comes,
        waiting to go along with the flow? 

Life is precious, life is fun;
        once gone, never returns for anyone;
Pursue your dreams till you have the might,
        everything else the time will set right.