INTO THE LOOKING GLASS

The groggy days I blink awake,
And find myself on my face,
Are the days I tend to say,
"Oh crap, I'm running late!"

This face I see is not my face,
For the face I wear does not stay,
Even when my hair’s in place,
Things change everyday.

And yet I have to check what’s there,
Everyday of every year,
Keeping this image same and fair,
With lotion, gloss, and care.

As routine I must pass,
Everyday into the looking glass,
To a world where illusions mask,
A face that does not last.

Sometimes I wish I could shut the door,
Not see the looking glass anymore,
But what stands between is like cardboard,
Nothing of the lasting sort.

The groggy days I blink awake,
And find myself on my face,
Are the days I can’t make a break,
Away from the looking glass.