Then there is a moment

A lone traveler on the dunes of time
Bogged down by bonds and layers
Enacting my part better called mime
Racing for the end unaware of players
Then there is a moment where i stop and ponder
What am I and what is my purpose here

Mirages and images of true self and others
There is no way to find how your reflection falls
Is my character well sculpted, should I even bother?
Is it white or black or do you have an image at all?
Then there is a moment where you stand and stare
A look at the mirrors and you stop to care

Still you are pushed, pulled and trodden by the crowd
For you have to clean and rub until the mirror shines
So you wipe, strive with it unaware of the sun and clouds
You slog, you curse, you cry, fill the world with your whines
Then there is a moment, when you crack up under pressure
A glance at the reflection, it is not an iota fresher


You world stands still, and the race does not matter
For you realize, it is a mirage, the race is in the mirror
The reflections don’t matter, the former one or latter
For it is who you are, smile at the mirror with fervor
Then there is moment, when it dawns upon you, it is all too late
Taking the last step in the journey, we all curse fate