Well Groomed

There is truth in a mirror To see a self I haven’t seen Years of life to travel There is no holding to what means I have held on strongly to what meant And I have given up in totality And it isn’t because I cannot dream what can Simply… the world hasn’t an identity I will never be who I’ll never be Can you be true to yourself? Years anew asking who is me? Have I not a new change to gladly tell? I am so tired of life Not for competition but for living I do not need comfort to survive Everything everywhere… is always selling I am well-groom in the mirror And I try to see myself for the first time Minutes promising an hour Can I see a second for that moment to find?