Mirror

Stepped into the mirror,
unknown the future reborn
maybe
soul extinction
leaving all the leaves in wood behind
facing  the storm which boom infront
glance to right,
glance to left
but none are destined
so front is the one
light nor dark up waiting
still the foot-non-head-stopping
under the well of heart
rainbows inside
not all are beauty
but not all are ugly
none both can kills too
times just like the wave in the sea,
lifes is just wish it to be
as wave alive,
so do the air
so do the warmth
so do the rainbow
so do the well
so do the storm
so do the wood
so do the mirror

so do-
we.