Faceless

lives alone, though among crowd
possess none that be found
no walls to stop, still bound
despised even by stray hound
glide through streets with no sound
hoping to find anything around.
Only present, no future, no background
Survival itself is just another round.

thy mirror

World's a mirror
there to deceive
dream of your own
hard to perceive.
Escape no need
Refuge our deed
Time is only
one try to defeat.
Relative is all
decreed the Great.
Happy is he
who try to make.