My Reflection
Dat day I asked her.
"Wad will u do, if u can step out of my mirror?"
"I’ll live a life u never did."
She stared in my eyes and continued to speak.
"I’ll take the chances u din dare to take,
I’ll make the choices u were too scared to make,
I’ll open doors u left shut tight,
I’ll complete all the things u’ve left aside,
I’ll trot on paths u chose to ignore,
I’ll do it my way and I’ll be strong,
I’ll be bold enuf to live ur dreams,
I’ll be the person u wanted to be."
And she smiled a little,
" Now wad will u do, if u can step out of MY mirror?"
Blame it on the books I’ve read as a kid, and partly oso my imaginative mind, but once in a while, I’d wonder, "what’s it like on the other side of the mirror? Does my reflection have the same charater as me? Or maybe I’m the reflection not her."
It sounds silly, but it’s dat uncertainty in dis world and the limitation of our knowledge dat makes me believe dat all these may just be possible.
Den again, maybe I’m just childish at heart 
