Lies in the mirror in Book of Lies.....

No matter how the pages in the calendar move the child within resists the rising and setting of the sun. Days are bright and some are not. The sadness of either is they lay in the past.
We are a society of smoke and mirrors. We hide in the smoke and fear the mirror. We shuffle the cards of life but the deck is finite. Complain we can but inevitable that we will come to the last card. There is nothing left to ante and the game is over. The princess can kiss the frog but the magic just turns him to a toad.
I don’t look in mirrors much anymore.