It's Not Me

Looking at mirror means nothing to me! This made up face, dyed hair and muscle heaves aren't me. This walk upright, this upbeat mein, this talk polite isn't me! They're like the leaves that fall by Autumn's might one day from tree! This showy suit I wear is just a lie; and ticking watch on wrist is mere my way of counting days in wait. These shoes can't size my inner strides; how long, their strength and sway! Looking at mirror means nothing to me! Dreams stopped dawning at nights and omen walls fell flat endorsing my long march! My eyes and limbs with plain reflex perform their calls as thoughts have ceased from playing sensual dice! Looking at mirror means nothing to me! My mind and heart became numb frozen roots with dead taste buds, that sip the earthly saps sans feel; as soul my fifes soft tunes on lutes to grease the rasping time-wheel's raucous raps. Looking at mirror means nothing to me!