A mirror on the wall, me and my super-me

Are we totally free? or are we just a reflection of our wants craved by our ego?

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who the hell is me after all?
I play the game
Without any shame
At least now I know
There is no one left to blame.
Me is a blurred shadow
Looking to travel
On that road
Rocky and narrow.
A thousand birds
Lost in a cold desert night
My super-me wants me
to perish and pray
to fight and crave
for what does not exist
should not insist
to travel in the mist…
Is me free?
Cries me!
or just trying to climb that tree
that quests for the super-me…?