I sit in my usual spot
At this more than familiar place
In the company of faces,
all so beautiful, all so mysterious, all so ordinary.
I sit in this seat
as my eyes start to swell up
with tears aged a million years.
Amongst all that i know,
amongst all that is old,
amongst all that is comfortable;
why do i feel as if i dont know
the face I see everyday when i look
in the mirror.
The last few lines are really powerful, good stuff…
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