(Yeah I might have taken one too many lortabs before writing this one, so lo and behold the cascading flood of emotional relevance!)

As I stare into the mirror of life,

Seeing reflections familiar and strange,

Some things which may be new at first,

Are ancient images which never change.

Old ones which I appear to see,

Those that I cannot recall,

Make themselves to be repeated,

And I remember them one and all.

Common memories of the past,

Shining brilliant unto my eyes,

Blind me with the expectation,

That this is where my future lies.

For if I glance into life's mirror,

And see that which is to come,

I will understand my purpose,

A mirror image of life as one.