When my reflection watches me, stares into my eyes, when i see myself, its not the same anymore not as it was before.
Its not the same anymore, I can see something missing – but i don’t know what it is.
Somehow I think I know but in this way i don’t think so.
Its times like this, that its not the same.
When your impact has made impressions on me that ridicule me, and it seems so unfair that i have not control over my mind to divert all thoughts to somewhere it doesn’t matter. Its not the same.
I’m fighting a war sometimes and i’m striking the divide between winning and knowing how to win, and sometimes losing seems so much the same, though its times like this that i realize its not the same – however i want it to be, it just cant be.
I’m left with that which was and it slides over the glaciers of my mind and with smoothing-sharp-accuracy that defines me, but i plead, please – just let me be.
When things are not the same, its like music out of rhythm, mathematics without logic and beauty without grace – its not the same, so outta place.
These days, things aren’t clear and i cannot make things out as i feel them, as if i’ve forgotten how to find the pattern to these flowing waters that pass through my soul. Its not the same anymore, not like before anyway, maybe someday,
I’ll know more.