I gaze up at the mirror
I try to see through my reverie
To see if I am the same person
As the one looking in yesterday.
Catching my whimsical form
Twisting to fit the frame
Listening to the years rushing past
Looking back at my existence
I see myself smile with content
I have indeed lived my life
To the fullest
The future lies bare, for now
Like an empty sheet
To be written and drawn
With the hands of an artist
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