The Mirror

I opened my eyes when it was too late. The river passed before my wide-open eyes. I missed my childhood; I was a prisoner in my mind. Neither God was called, nor nature invoked. Fate took the driving seat of my life, Only regret will not compensate now! The grass was greener, The sky seemed clearer, And when I look back in the mirror, What I have is just an illusion of my past. Life is always from dusk to dawn. In between, I just stand alone. The light brings back absolutism In my mind, with which I stand behind everyone. When I try to escape all at once, When I try to produce stronger words, When I try to dive into the ocean of eternal enjoyment, I always look back in the mirror… Why am I here? Where will I go? It is not the inscription on my forehead. I get ready to fly again, Except when I look in the mirror…