The Line On The Mirror
The clock spins a constant taunt,
Could I recast the haunt?
To change the past, a yearning deep,
Would lingered regrets still sleep?
The unseen eyes' fear, shadowed stains,
A life unlived, a life in vain.
While others see in change a sin,
A slight to what has always been.

Judgment falls, twists, and stings
A world of scores, life's grading rings.
Etched lessons in our hearts,
Not every critic plays a worthy part.
Not every grade sows in our soul,
Yet how we grow whole.

The mirror's gaze, the one we face,
The choices in a winding race.
To rewind moments, a fervent plea,
To reshape the self, a chance to be.
To mend the seams,
To chase ambitions in beams.

The river of time, ever flowing on,
The present holds a seed, a future yet to dawn.
Yet, even now, the choice remains,
To grasp for joy, to ease the pains.
Decisions made, both brave and bold,
To find our joy in every fall.

© 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑎𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑐𝑎