Transparent Me

Looking in through a window of my home, I see a transparent me looking back. Other windows across the room induce a sudden attack of mortality. Me, seeing me. But nothing seems wrong. The reflection is sincere and complete. My past is my past and nothing is meant to last for long. But still, the future is strong! A legacy remembrance may be achieved in a poem, or a song. So the most important thing is to write, or to sing. THAT is strong!