Mirror Stage

Every time you attempt to pull it back

In a rage will it emerge

Every trick you do with it, pushing it to the cliff's verge

Will meet a tempestuous entity

That had never known to break or bow

With every paralytic function that you fetter the wings with, be sure, there shall be an upward surge.

Learn to bear with it, my friend.

It's not my time neither yours, but it’ll make all your horizons blend with mine soon , all your qualms with my conviction shall shortly merge.