Looking into a mirror
I see my reflection
Blurred by constant trails,
Distorted by unleveraged pure constancy.
What I perceive now,
Will perhaps, and regrettably, seem an illusion, a dream in future.
Perhaps, and prayerfully, though, I hope not.
Today, as I see,
A tear, drops
Alas,
The reflection is clearer
Confirming the consciousness of my being
Until, this clarity evades too soon.
Tomorrow, as I believe
Time will be,
Not exhausted eventually,
Constancy will return
When I remember triumphs
Hopefully please,
Even if it means it would be in my reflections only that I shall see.
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