Back To Where I Belong

my body and i never meet eye to eye the former always playing the other out usually we go our own way doing each own business so that sometimes we hardly recognise each other a wrinkle has clawed its way through the side of the eyes and it is not even telling me, keeping it as an open secret so stealthily it always gets itself of me so near my eyes and i am not even told my friend alerted me but still i could not see myself until i borrowed a mirror, yes the mirror seems more helpful but still i could not see until i borrow this pair of eyes snugly placed below the brows yes, that's when the body is most generous only then did i get to see the way it has tore through my face, eagle flying, through the sky of fifty years clawing at the core of my soul now, at my ego! it is okay, one day my friend, these eyes and even this body, my other friend, will bid me goodbye one day they will all be gone leaving me alone in a spot of of nirvana meditation where all the borrowed selves take their leave, leaving me in a spot of nirvana