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From the other side of the mirror

From the other side of a mirrored glass
Where there is no joy, no pain, and no sadness,
Observing how quietly my life has passed
And years zoomed by like mere moments.
 
I did not fight, I did not strive for heavens,
My soul did not seek the distant stars,
From trifle things I built my whole life
And it's too late for any changes.
 
I am too weak, I am far too lonely
Flame has long burnt out in my soul.
This world was so cruel to me
That I myself became as cold as stone.
 
No place to run to - just to my bleak home,
Where once again to each other we will lie.
Where in the loneliness we will stay together
Tiredly moving in a vicious circle.
 
And just as soon and sudden will come the hour,
When oblivion envelops all of us,
And finally it will release us
From this insane movement.
 
But maybe all of this is just mirage,
Where we struggle not knowing the answer:
Why in the dark is our not so long life,
When all around there is so much light.