Face not the version of yourself
That begs you to melt into the molds
of inactivity and content
Face not the man in the mirror
who beckons you
"Time is enough, time will let be"

These are faces of you
That I clearly bear too
And these versions of me tell
Of a clear blue well
Of reflections with a face
And versions I need to chase

The same man of fires blazing
The same man of passions razing
Weaknesses and twin demons
That if I let be, will raise legions
Of more neglections of me
Those I do not wish to ever see

Strip the shell that covers the strength
Time is a length well traveled, see
We seem we're baffled by how much we try
But if you look closely at you and you
It might be clear and finally true
The timely definition
Of I