The Mirror

I gaze into the mirror – who could this strange man be;
why is he still a prisoner, why can’t he yet fly free?
Deep inside the mirror, he struggles to this day;
deep inside that mirror he seeks another way.
Will he find a future or mayhaps simply a past;
will he find another way or has the die been cast?

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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