What I was then
And what I  am now
Are just reflections
Of the same mirror
Under different lights.

I was never a shadow
And never had one,
But inspiration comes
Regardless of masters
As an answer to a need.

So I trek  ahead blind
And even not knowing
My steps are sure
And my soul guides
Me in the right way.

I am not sorry,
And I care little
For the dark spots,
They made me smile
Amidst the  tears.

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