This was actually written, well it came to mind at any rate, while having a shave one Saturday morning. I don’t recall being in a particularly fragile state at the time, I think it was more wistful. I think It just started with something like “hey you the man in the mirror….” Or maybe todays sunshine is pleasantly colouring in the gaps. Don’t think I’ll bother exploring that avenue too much today, I’m enjoying the evenness of mind. Think I’ll just mind the gaps.
46.The man in the mirror.
Am I alone,
In feeling and seeing,
Am I caring too much,
About how it’s going,
Am I just seeing,
The familiar and similar,
Am I inferior to you,
The man in the mirror,
The man in the mirror?
Hey you, man in the mirror,
Don’t fuckin’ sneer,
Like no one else’s here,
When you look at me,
Remember I don’t need to see,
Your smug reflections,
Now mind your existence,
Your sole chrome purpose,
Is merely vanity,
You can be broken,
Shattered just as easily,
So I tell myself,
As I talk to myself,
In the shiny oval disc,
Sat on the bathroom shelf.
Or am I alone….
© Jim Laing 2014.
