Understanding Me

I look in the mirror

While I wait at the door

Before me a reflection

I find hard to ignore

I seem to be familiar

I’ve seen that face before

But I’m really not sure that that is me.

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I get up in a hurry

Still half asleep.

I may have chosen the path

That will screw up my whole next week.

Sometimes I’m a hero

Sometimes just a creep.

I’m really not sure now who to be.

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We try to paint self portraits

With  brushes still wet.

We search for heaven’s stairway

Using tears and blood and sweat.

Leave Dorian Gray to find the answers

No word from Kafka do I get.

I’m tied in knots in my attempt to get set free.

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I wish I were a tailor

Or a man who just told tales.

I could search along with Ahab

And deal in frozen whales.

Instead of sitting for the bar

I could  serve worldly pale ales

And watch every episode of Glee

Without feeling the least bit guilty

Oh what a wonderful world that would be.