I looked at myself in the cruel reflection of the mirror
That image had looked back at me
Like a hoax in the glass as it stood silent
And I, as witness to its revelation, froze
In my vision lay the product of many years
A reminder without reason or rhyme
As if the purpose would remain unknown
A puzzle unsolved by my eyes
Left to the leisure of a future generation
I am the counterpart of a generation extinct
The modern equivalent lost and scattered
And I can only listen to my valid concerns
In the busy intersection of Babylon
