In the mirror of life nothing is clear

In the mirror of life nothing is clear,
either colours or shapes.
It’s not the measure of
Yesterday or Tomorrow,
regardless of what we believe.

It gives us only marks,
pictures already seen but unknown.
We are strangers to ourselves
in the mirror of life.

It is all uncertain and transitory.
Everything is alike
and different too,
never to be repeated.

This mirror shows our wrinkles,
and signs of departing,
when we are ready to go.
We perceive it with own eyes.

Life and the mirror are brothers,
unclear to themselves and to people.
Many have shrunk from them, 
taking their own life.

Mirrors are like a wheel.
turning forever void of the clear goal,
fragile and strong,
at the same time...

We are given the mirror
to weigh, and see ourselves,
to tell others who we are,
and how we continue.

The mirror is an uncertain image
we’ve created, 
out of own existence.
Just like the life itself.