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.