Reflections

Life sometimes
feels like a story,
countless dreams,
endless memories,
billions of faces,
without a name.

Every mouth
that speaks will,
questions, opinions
beliefs, accusations,
answers unknown,
the truth insane.

How we see,
is who we are,
searching, exploring,
learning, understanding,
guided by emotions,
mainly pleasure and pain.

Our eyes,
mirrors to our soul,
looking for reflections,
another snowflake,
yet as decaying matter,
we're all the same.

Time everlasting
tik- toks life away.
We didn't start
the death clock.
You were born into this,
now play the game.

- Salman