Where mortal dreams and doubts collide,
We stand as fleeting, transient sparks,
Whose shadows stretch when daylight darks.
Our deeds, they paint our tales on stone,
Yet judgments cast, not ours alone.
Society's gaze, a mirror flawed,
Reflects a self, by hate defrauded.
In mirrors of our peers, we gaze, And find a self, both lost and dazed.
