I thought this was the end
It would be impossible to cross this one
But, the end itself stretched into a road ahead.
I thought I had lost all faith
And nothing could be trusted again
But the belief in that nothingness kept me going.
I thought I had fallen in an abyss
And I would never see light again
But then I saw the fireflies hiding in the chasm bed.
Thus I flitted between faith and unfaith, light and darkness
And sometimes stayed in the twilight for long
But made sure that the person in the mirror never left my side.
