R E F L E C T I O N S !
When I look in a mirror I see my reflection.
However it is only what I once looked like.
For once that moment has passed,
it remains only a memory.
When I think of days gone by,
The mind remembers those once moments.
As life continues,
the present becomes the past.
And, as in a mirror, life is a reflection.
My mind may think of a time past
as it once was.
Or a time past as a dream, a wish.
The dreamer spends much of his time
Perhaps that is why he is accused
of not being real.
But then again we all remember,
Reflect upon what once was.
Perhaps we have not understood,
Or yet known the real to the dream.
Perhaps we all are dreamers.