Poem#57: Persona

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Same reflection, different me
Staring eyes tell different stories
Each future I cannot forsee
These aren't fantasies, parallel realities

Decide on who I really am
Identities with the same dream
Will it all lead to mayhem?
Will the hidden enemy redeem?

Fragile glass on pane mirrors
A single touch may break destroy
Reflected personas seem to fade, alter
Running towards the dim light of a wooden door

Deja vu, everything has been planned
Have we reached our very end?
From an eternal storm we'd withstand?
Is this our fate which we will descend?

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