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.