Who’s this in the glass I see?
An aging man once wild and free
The signs of time upon his brow
Reflected in the here and now
A vision once sublime with youth
Now lined with time and tragic truth
Softened up by compromise
Ghostly shadows in his eyes
Turning salt and pepper gray
Glance by glance, and day by day
Trapped inside the looking glass
Watching as the years slip past
An image meant to guide me through
There’s so much more I meant to do
