Mirror

Am i not adult enough
to have the portrait life-size ? then what's of metamorphosis if nothing changes at all
and all that retrieves to itself?

Everything seems to be constant but  always changing in a relative way,
 -an illusion of thought and vision that stirs the world.

We are not  always the players
though keenly observe  the glimpses of actions that we pass through.

Are we in divine persuits?  We are always in a dilemma between right or wrong
truth and false
stumbling over myths and realities.

We return to ours dreams
with the colors we have and with hues that
we  always have dreamt of
-an eternal thirst for reshaping  the portrait
true to the soul.