Looking at the mirrow

I stood up this morning at 6 a. m.

went straight to the mirrow and looked at me.

But as much as I looked I couldn't see

that person that I wanted to be.

And the day passed on, but then late at night

again I stood in front of it.

And as always I stood of time a bit

then went to bed and wondered as I sit

whether or not I was going to live

to live forever and ever like this

and whether or not my actual life is

the one, when I'm old, I'm going to miss.

Worried about living a life I hate

I decided before I went to bed

to achieve my goals before I am dead

and live as if life was about to end.

Now I know, things are about to change.