Mirror

On the pulse of this morning
I look at the looking glass
Out of the blue, the reflection of an unfamiliar face
strikes me with surprise

Is that me I am looking at?
Has time changed me that much?
Where is the little curious girl with the glaring eyes?
Where is the enthusiastic spirit running free?

Is that me I am looking at?
controlled manner
trying to be graceful and polite
somehow transformed into what they call "mature"

Mirror Mirror on the wall . . .
Am I a woman now?
or am I just a girl trapped in this grown up figure?

Have I lost that young free spirit,
that used to lead me to countless adventures?

Is this the time to stop the adventures?
Is this the time to find someone,
stop running and settle down?

Unfortunately, the mirror ain't a magical one
and all I can hear is just the humble silence
while the questions keep echoing in my mind

March 08