Glancing in the mirror confused by what I see
It’s like a stranger looking back at me
Lines on my forehead, crows feet around the eyes
Created by my actions and deeds, secrets and lies

So familiar with an inescapable truth
The events that changed a once curious youth
Through happy times and sad, good deeds and bad
Logged as evidence of the life I’ve had

Fate deciding whether I win or fail
Every line has a story, every scar a tale
Etched on the skin, my story engrained within
At the end of the day there’s no one else to blame
When life provides infamy, fortune or fame

So remember…

…When time is ‘The Artist’ adding detail and fact
Your portrait is painted with each and every act.