gazing into the mirror of truth,
what do your eyes see?
do they see you for "you"
or only what is pretty?
Looking again,
opening thy heart,
what do thy eyes see?
backwards to forward start,
asking thyself "is this truly me?"
peering once more,
surely one must already know whom they are,
but the heart mustn't stray nor the eyes decieved, for the mirror of truth
reveals all secrets to one's identity.
That mirror is the world.
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