January 17, 2013

So distracted
Blaming technology as I'm absorbed into it, hiding from mirrors
Just my face reflecting back in the computer screen
A blank one, timeless
My pen is lost
And if this path continues, my words will be lost in the pages of no one else's history
Because there is a world outside of both where I have lived and what I've become
When the years pass
Will my hair be knotted or straight
If I wash it today these dreads won't detangle
But the roots will be clean
I will be just a reflection of my choosing,
(And of course your reaction)