What am I.

Standing in front of these mirrors
the opposite sides of me
the dimensions within
the eternal rows of images
who am I, what am I doing here
when did I exist
where am I going to

to procreate
to replenish the human breed
to perpetuate the race
to ensure more descendent...
is that all there is to it
to flare like a bright sun
and then to die

is there a grand design
by some greater power from above
for me, one of the scurrying human
on this tired old earth...
a greater destiny
a noble ending
my name among the stars

If I flicker like a candlelight
snuffed off in the night
I want to shine out bright
and fly out into the twilight.