I look into my mirror,
It has this nifty trick,
If my question has no answer,
My mirror becomes my shrink,

‘Simply to everyday rejoice,
‘is that the purpose of life?’

My mirror seemed to crack,
My reflection went all black,

“Will you never cease?,
I give you your reflection,
the rest is your perception,
find you own truth, please?”

I wonder if that is the truth,
Or simply the folly of my youth