I was awakened by a permanent invisible dream.
In the clear reflection of this instant
I came across what life itself can be likened to,
a tree.
And the tree was resting upon it's own reflection.
When I shut my eyes to check the sure-reality,
I realised that I was indeed staring at my own reflection,
slightly in another form
but nevertheless my own.
Just an idea upon seeing the real;
this is what i wanna be when i die.
this recognition is indeed the departure on the map of the universe.

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