My Reflection

Fool, of my race I have become,
To stay ahead,
To stay afar,
But I am last,
Body ,Soul and mind.

Fool, of the present I have become,
To nourish and to be,
To stay evolved,
To pretend the change,
To predict the fall.

My inner reflection,
Knows None of the one I pretend to be,
It is smug with the absence of me,
For I am not me but someone else.

- Me