Mirror and window

Looking into the mirror, I see

I am water

Occupying three-fourth of the planet

Existing in three phases

I am ordered, often a jumble of disorder

I see me floating upon myself

I see me shrinking and expanding

I am transparent, tasteless, colourless

Often unrecognizable

Looking into the mirror, I see

I am a bird

A bird from the woods

Often, a bird in the cage

Often, a bird looking for a cage

Often, I am in a cage, my wings are clipped

And I am trying to fly

Looking into the mirror

I feel good when I see

The mirror turning into a window

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