An old image,
Its me,

Hello,
Hello me,
From yesterdays the mind refuses to flee,

And oh just look at me,
My eyes,
Appearing cloudless and dazzled at once,
For what a gift did reflect within,

My one beloved,

Though,
They be Inert eyes,
Ever so alive, though lifeless,

For this be just an image of me,
A me unable to foresee,

Though able to stare, Questionably,

Hello me,
What happened to me?