In front of mirrors,
I perceive myself changing
Into something dark,
Yet rich and profound like dreams.
Somehow my old self
Is fading away into
The ether of Time.
I no longer require
The worn out masks that
Society deals to us
From the cradle
To the grave. For now, I am
Casting out doubt, and
Surrendering to the gods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem