I can look at the glass-
and see the someone I don't know -
I never admit that I get tired of seeing the
Who won't smile back when I scowl
or wave goodbye when I look over my shoulder- g'night.
He doesn't go away at the end of the day-
or oversleep when I'm up early.
Only looks back in the mirror while I'm shaving -
Looks like you missed a spot, buddy.
Hey, no problem, just doin' my job.
He doesn't bitch about -
the lines that I draw across his face-
year after year-
He doesn't have a problem with it at all.
Where does he go at
Hey, it's been a long day, buddy.
Get some sleep, you're lookin' tired.
He knows that the image I portray in my life
is finely tuned to the world
and he just watches the skin pry from the bone
he knows what's underneath -
in my mind, in my soul-
with a simple smile.
You can't change some
things, can you?
a look at me, do I have a choice?
Who is this guy, anyway?
Why does he laugh sometimes at me?
does he know that I can't find?
I see him doing the
things I do-
for different reasons-
with different motivations-
and I'm not sure if he even likes me back
but I think it might be interesting
if we could have a brief exchange of words
and see if he really means it when he smiles back.