I wake up to another day,
It is nothing like the past,
I tell myself yet again,
the delusion is vast.
The mirror smirks,”It’s you again.Isn’t it time that you go?”
“How many times will I see you again and tell you exactly so?”
Of course, if given a chance,
I would lend myself and borrow,
But with whom I do wonder,with whom I ask again!
Who do you think in here, O mirror, has a better tomorrow?
You can read the first part here; A better tomorrow