On the Wall…

Mirror Mirror on the Wall,
What am I supposed to be?
Don’t you know or can’t you see,
This life is not your destiny

Then what do I do,
And what do I be,
For I know not what I can achieve.

Is it fame or love or is it pride,
Commit to what you want inside.
Your legacy is what you make of it,
Head held high or nose in spit.
For in the end, when you can’t stay,
The rain shall take it all away.

And this is what the mirror said,
And that was what it last displayed.
For the mirror now lies broke and dead,
Like the song that it once played.