In the mirror

In the mirror, the flipped over

An object, of mere serenity
The discontent cruelty...!
The only cause of action
The only affection in auction.

In the mirror, the flipped over

The substance of identity
An innate ability
The Ancient anticipated focus
That was early bogus...!?

In the mirror, the flipped over

The rationale behind intensity
Then that would be sensibility...?!
An action of belief is,
An object of disbelief.

In the mirror, the flipped over

The central leverage
My little courage
Taking intolerance
With little substance...!

In the mirror, the flipped over

An object of Dreams,
Like the theatre full of Creams
Telling stories of the immortals
Like ballads in the chronicles...!

In the mirror, the flipped over

Benching over the day of December
Marking the days of November,
Building a house in the air
To sleep over the night is rare.

In the mirror, the flipped over
Turning pages like a voice over,
To realise how superficial and,
Overrated they are.

In the flipped over mirror,
I see a lion
I see Creon
I see Napoleon
I see Optimus
I see Spiderman
I see you in me
I see Gaddafi
I see Mandela
I see 2pac
I see Michael Jackson
I see you
I see me
I see good spirit
I see God
I see Love
I see Peace
I see Good Life...!?

In the mirror, I see myself.