2-2

I stared in the mirror for far too long
And the person I once knew
Was gone.
Dear God... am I getting older?
These fault lines darken
And become so much bolder.

So I retrace the wrinkles on my face,
Created from courtesy
Created from jealousy
Created from anger
Created from grace.
It is weathered,
Worn down with a sewn-on idle frown
...But all in all, I do not mind
So I laugh at my face while I suck on these limes.

But this silence can shoot down a thousand lies
By the fear from staring in familiar eyes
And duct flowers blossom with every blink
For the stranger standing here at my bathroom sink.