Time passes me by,
but I don't know where I am going.
The sun burns,
the moon sinks into silence,
and the clocks mercilessly devour my seconds.
In every mirror, I see a different face.
Which one is me?
The one who breathes?
The one who dreams?
Or the one who has been lost in silence for so long?
I wear a crown,
but I am the king of no kingdom.
In a world full of numbers, signs, and shadows,
I search for a meaning
that may have never existed.
Perhaps time is nothing but an endless illusion.
Perhaps life is a dream
in which death is another kind of awakening.
I stand between yesterday and tomorrow,
between existence and nothingness,
between what I remember
and what I will never remember.
A thousand faces in the mirror,
a thousand unanswered questions,
and I still don't know
which side of this world I belong to.
Am I dead?
✍️SaraR
