Sometimes a life can ache\ Like sore feet that still have far to go\ Or a bruised heart\ When the ego is black and blue\ I ask the mirror:\ Who are you?
I don't know\ Nobody\ Somebody\ A face in the crowd\ A blur on the bus\ A voice on the phone
I rarely answer myself directly\ A recluse inside my skin\ A ghost in a shell\ A moment in time
Every conversation in the mirror is with someone new\ A constant déjà vu
Who are you, old man?\ What happened to that kid who used to pull faces at me?
What happened to that boy?\ What happened to that punk?\ What happened to that scholar?\ What happened to that fool?
The man who looks back\ Looks hard\ Judgmental\ Damaged\ But not broken\ Tempered