REFLECTIONS

The night, the day, the dawn, the dusk
I see, I fight, I drive, I dream
From abyss to fairy-tale, vacuum begins to howl
Vacuum is short lived and so is my reflection

The reality, the truth and those cosmic steps
I fly, I fade and I walk the shades
To relive is a fortune, to live is a destiny
The destiny is in my hands and so is my reflection

The faces, the reactions and the effected senses
I feel, I believe, but now I am confused
Though choices are many, but very few to choose
To choose is in my hands and so is my reflection

The ice, the snow, and the burning fire
I cry, I scream, I try to sail the smile
Can the snowfall of smiles, put off the fire of scream ?
To smile is in my hands, and so is my reflection