In the mirror's gaze, I see,
Another version staring back at me.
A reflection not quite my own,
A stranger in a familiar tone.

"Who are you?" I softly ask,
"Are you the future or the past?"
With a smile, it starts to speak,
A voice both strong and meek.

"I am the dreams you left behind,
The hopes and fears intertwined.
I am the choices not yet made,
The paths where shadows...