Fuck that damn mirror, that is not me.

I seriously do not like what I see.

I have changed, to a large degree.

From pimples, too wrinkles,

And my pants I again can pee.

The deeper I look, the farther I see.

Way, way, back, the little boy at three.

Discovering life, running wild, and free.

Now, beat down by life.

Asking, "to be, or not to be".

No going back, just the one turn, I guarantee.

For more time, I do plea.

Behind the reflection? What do I see?

Fuck that damn mirror! that is not me!

 

By J.D. Bardo