The sun’s up, and the day’s begun
The eyes open, the heart chimes
arise, awake, or forever fallen
Hoping, achieving, sorrowing
Try again, or better yet, fail again
Better worse, alas, still worse
Worst then, fail worst yet again
Till ripped apart, broken again
stumbling, crying, ad naseum
A circle of life as is the nature
whatever it is, the spirit’s high
not made of crude materials
but born of stars, dews, and fire.
Today, whatever the Fates weave
Shall still be worn with beauty by me;
Today then don’t let you be told,
How many chapters of life are turned;
That you are old, and so I am indeed;
Nor think dreams are waned with tears,
And talk of the youth wasted with sighs.
Tomorrow will be always tomorrow
And nothing will change even sorrow.
But reason brings truth of the truth
An everlasting and brilliant truth,
Which can, in spite of all smirks,
Open your eyes and and my ears
To the evening star twinkling bright
With sweet soft winds fluting in twilight,
Made of fire, spirit, and dew like you and me.
I still want to see the world
even if it has hurt my heart
even it’s full of the imperfect;
The Sky, the Sea under the Sun
The Moon, the Stars at Night
Blue, Green, sparkling, iridescent-
I still want to see the beauty
if given one more chance to see it
and not to lose it with a promise
to keep the beauty in my eyes,
even if the world still hurts me
even if it will always be imperfect.
A Cat in the Mirror 
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