Reflection of a Mirror

A being born of mediocrity, With ferocious determination and determined ferocity. A being with a heart for something good. A being with a mind blind to any unlikelihood A being rattled with the lasting urgency, With the pained belief in an uncertain destiny. A being purposed with conquering fame, Will all paths lead to the same?

Arrives a damsel to take her toll, A blooming figure like amaranth to his soul. Love desired but not needed, Inner pleas heard but not heeded. A fading purpose but with the pleasure to help, A war with and within himself. The hand will burn when I play with flame, Should all paths lead to the same?

Arrived a tempest to take its toll, The melting veneer like ice to his soul. Love desired but not needed, Conditions heard but not heeded. The tension mounts and the warmth decreases, The wrong other might tear him to pieces. A charred hand with only myself to blame, Won’t all paths lead to the same?

A being reborn like a phoenix With spirited ethics and an ethical spirit. A being with a heart for something better, A being with a mind to fight a spectre. A being weary by genuine imitation, With lost belief in an impossible solution. A new being with the same name, Don’t all paths lead to the same.