A young man stares into his reflection,
And sees an old man looking back.
Where did the time go, he wonders?
And how did we ever lose track?
Is this the same person?
That amounts to wondrous things?
How long did we spend dreaming?
Is this reflection really as it seems?
Who are you old man?
I’ve seen you in times before.
Is this, the face that greets me?
The mask I always wore?
The young man drops his stare,
And moves towards the door.
The boy he thought he was,
He can recognize no more.
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