I can’t find what’s new right now. I don’t know what’s to come.
Looking forward, I see a mask of a new rise. The future will slowly come
Is it too early to reminisce?
Now that the worst has yet to unfold, our only option is to obediently come
Could a story change in an instant?
Time is a storm for those who destroy their mirror of recollection and coerce the rest to unwillingly come
Should we guard our souls to take a next breath?
Past experience is irrelevant. Drop your mirror safely by your dirty feet and unconventionally come
Do we retreat once we know more than we should?
Fear dwells behind the eyes of resilience. No longer should we hesitate to confidently come
Reflections 