waking each morning in total curiosity:
     how will today go?
checking the mirror:
     am i the same as yesterday?
     has the world wrapped around me changed?
realizing i'm late again:
     why does time creep backwards when you
     just need one more minute?
sometimes it feels someone different
watches me every day.
     in the dark, does that mirror still see me
     writing with the wrong hand?
can i ever trust to change what is wrong in the reflection?

*unfinished verse