Self is a conundrum

Reflecting on the meaning of self

Have you ever sat by the mirror side
in complete fixation of the mystery of self?
A mere soul inside flesh and blood
or something of much greater potential
embedded in it's design
Sometimes I get lost and transfixed
by the image looking back at me
through that mirror
I often wonder how quickly my past self deserts me
with no intentions of returning
and how the future molds like yielding clay..
the magnificence of its coming self