Moonlit Mirror

I stand

The moonlit mirror. 
Has me glaring,
straight into my own eyes.
The windows to the soul.

I cant help but to look,

the idea of watching my own life play out from the beginning
is so luscious 
it grabs at me.

I hastily step into the moonlit mirror

I am enveloped by the shadow of my past,
they pull me in deeper, to the abyss of my memories.

I turn to run, 

but i find myself, 
face to face.
with a moonlit mirror.