I am simply broken
only now can I get better
I'm not sure yet if I may
but if all goes well, I might

I'm the fragment of a stranger
gazing in the mirror, saying,
"I'm not him, he's not me"
The reflection is a lie."

For the nose is slightly off
to the left or to the right
and the eyes they seem less green
with a little less of light

All these fingers that are pointed
at the glass just aren't mine
"I'm not him, he's not me.
There is no one here tonight."

And the mouth is forming words
but the ears have never heard
'*** an isolated soul
from self-listening's deterred

Mind encased in solid ice
no reality to find
and I'll shave tomorrow morning
if this beard is really mine