Looking...

Time.
Footsteps.
Motherly love.
Lively, brotherlike pain.
Honesty and respect, restless.
Can't disappoint, though can't deny.
Lurid rainfalls through senseless thoughts?
Looming is the end, backwater grounds ever since.
The look, so beautiful, so true, oh sense of time to come.
So similar after all these years, yet all or none and it's still alive.
All horizons and irony, swayed by twist of fate, like day one in the quest.
Practice against self, try and deny it shall last, guess the shape of things to see

...Through the mirror.

H.H.H.H.H