I walk down the Hall
Of one hundred mirrors.
In each one I see
a different face
staring back at me
even though they're all the same
In one,who I was
In another, who I am
In many more, my secret hopes, dreams, and wishes
of everything I could have been
Everything I could be.
I see a bit of everything
Not even I
can quite comprehend
The faces staring back at me
And they're all mine

