I, a stranger, even to my own self it seems…
As I sit in solitude and stare at my own reflection…
Details blur and blur even more, illegible and unfamiliar…
How did I ever come to deserve this affliction?...
I have traveled this road, so long and so far…
An accomplished traveler to many, yet unacquainted with my own destination…
Who am I, and what purpose do I serve?...
What were the significance and the consequence of my conception?
A son, a brother, a friend, or a lover? The creator or the creation?...
Playing the part in the theater of LIFE, engrossed and obsessed with utter perfection…
Mind, body and soul, intermingled into an indecipherable illusion…
This trinity, my golden cage, how can I break free from this triangulation?...
Agonizing search for the truth of it all, these days, my only companion…
Determined, and yet uncertain of the merit of my own dissertation…
When the observer is observed, and the perceiver perceived…
Which is existent, genuine and real? I, the MIRROR, or my own REFLECTION?!!!
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