Is it the flash of a firefly in the night?
Is it the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime?
Is it the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset?
When I was alone on a starlit night,
When by chance I saw the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat;
When I saw children in a moment when they are really children,
When I knew love in my own hearts
When I heard an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash
I realised the evolving entity, the demanding body, the surrounding pride all constituted for the artificial man in me.
Whom I trusted to understand me never understood
Whom I believed to be my own, never thought so
Whom I felt to by mine, was not to be
Whom I cherished to be my soul, has wandered
As the solitude hunted me, the new idol got created, with pain of lost trust, love and the wandered soul deep buried. I am Shattered and broken beyond repair.
But the misty mirror had one story to tell:
Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like.