Is reality the vision before me, in the mirror?
Is this all that I'm left with now?
The empty hallways,
The empty stairs,
My mind has lost its beauty somehow.

Can mirrors lie?
Do they withhold the truth?
They halls were so full,
The stairs so crowded,
My mind was beautiful in its youth.

Would mirrors change the future?
Do they hold our destinies?
The halls end here,
The stars just keep going,
Whilst knowing my future: every day I get muter,

Is reality the vision before me, in the mirror?
Do they withhold the truth?
The halls end here.
But my life doesn't.
It's just beginning, and I'm just a reflection, just a glimmer.