Look into the mirror,
the pane of glass,
of truth.
The reflection of the self,
existence of the true,
that is, not was, that's you.

Look into the picture,
the frame of glass,
of lies.
The projection of the past,
the portrayal of untrue,
that was, not is, was you.

Look into the change,
the shine of glass,
the doubt.
The image of what once was truth
when you still remained within your youth,
when the you of past was now, not then,
before the change came upon you again.
The present became a lie of the past,
and the future is your new truth.