Every day as I pass by myself
I stop and look and observe changes within myself
My eyes, my hair, my face, my clothes
And I always ask the same question.. Who am I?
Every day I see this mirror image... this illusion of me that is not me but is still there
I ask it the question time and time again, yet answer comes not to my ears or my eyes
Still to this day I look within those brown eyes at the same lip line, and I ask with every breath of my lungs....
