Self-Encounter

You run into yourself returning From the place to which you had gone And you stop to wrestle But the other man refuses to fight Your bloodshot eyes Swivel in their sockets as you realize You are no match For the man in the mirror A supposed legend Because he refuses to engage At your pathetic level All the same you throw your best punch Only to open your eyes and discover He's no longer where he stood You blink and hope that he returns soon Because your questions need answers