• A mirror itself contains much to hold,
    Beyond the glass antiquities untold .
    Moments shine through the reflections within
    A problem no one else seems to comprehend.

    Memories rush back to a bitter time
    When all seemed worthless like a single dime.
    Colors seen in black and white all around,
    While not a distinct colored thing was found

    But life is not to be seen in a way
    So dull without any color night or day.
    You have to look beyond the glass ahead,
    And pursue a life not meant be dead.

    Inside a mirror is what you perceive,
    Not a life you wish to get up and leave.
    So look beyond colors of black and white
    Soar through the trials to reach a new height.

    You control what the reflections may be.
    Moments, times, and memories you can see.
    How you perceive things is all up to you,
    And maybe soon you will see skies of blue.