In our search for infinity, we find ourselves against time... and a mirror. The one that tells us how we look like. Is that mirror telling the truth or is the mirror telling what time whispers it should reflect?

Is it the stars?
Is it the rain?
Is it the light?

Have I found something
that cannot be touched
by time?

Is it the golden pot
at the end of the rainbow?
Is it the smiles at the sunset
waving good night?

Have I reached
the timeless breach?

Is it the moon?
Is it the mermaid?
Is it someone I know?

The night is reaching its end,
and I find the key…

It is a mirror,
and as I look
myself in it…
It breaks,
my skin, stars,
light, and rain.

I had never
been the reflection,
but the answer.