I have grown to see myself in the mirror
not recognizing who it was I was meant to be.
I recall the past with lingering details,
but the clarity I seek gets lost in the present.
What other people could have inhabited me?
You say "Go forth, search from within."
but there is nothing else that I wish to see.
My past is gone, a present unforeseen,
my future barely glimmers,
what else is there to be?
P.S. After reading James Schuyler