Each day I find myself different
as if sleep were a transformational journey
and the man who awoke this morning
is not the child laid to rest last night
Is it wisdom?
doubtful
for I expect to make as many mistakes today
as I did in days before
neither is it corporal
for the man who returns my mirrored stare
looks far too much
like a face I’ve seen before
Still, the change is there
in ways that defy explanation
like a far-off light
that grows ever brighter
as distance diminishes
I am a moth drawn to this mysterious flame
unknown and still unclear
yet willingly I come
for each day I am one step closer
to a fate
I feel is mine
