He stood before the mirror just as he had so many years ago
the face unfamiliar yet the eyes remained the same
those eyes still held the fire of dreams
the fearless spark that once reached for the unreachable
Time had drawn lines on his skin
and silence had woven stories into his bones
but the boy he once was still lingered there
unspoken untouched in the quiet mirrors gaze
Who was he now after all these years
Not the man the world demanded
but the boy who still believed in magic
still held on to the wild dream of one day
And in that fleeting moment
he saw not just a reflection
but a promise
that no matter where life took him
he would never forget the boy in the mirror