The person in the mirror

is a stranger to me.

Though I can see so clearly

it’s not myself I see.

Not sure how I got here

in this body not my age,

the years gone in an instant

when no one turned the page.

Last night all was normal

the world still in its place,

this morning in the mirror

I see a stranger’s face.

I’ve gone mad, I know

To think that time

Can flex in such a way,

But that face isn’t mine,

And I don’t know how

To get back to where I was,

Before all these years…