Shattered Pieces

Once I had a mirror
With which,
I could look into my mind
But one day, it fell,
And shattered into millions of pieces,
Till date, all of whom, I have yet to find.

Now, I'm walking down the road,
Always searching, wherever I go,
Sometimes I find them along the highway,
Sometimes in the snow,
As they had turned black as coal.
Sometimes glistening in the sunlight,
And sometimes in pitch black darkness,
Still shining and shimmering
As if they were made of gold.

But nonetheless, I collect them,
In the hope that one day,
I'll put them back together
Once again.