...I look in the mirror and I see...
I can see a lion in the mirror
disguised within the body of a lamb;
but looking closer still, I see I am
uncertain as to which reflection's clearer--
the image of the hunter or the prey;
the bleating heart or savage roaring brute;
the mane of gold or cheaper woolen suit;
the will to lead or penchant to obey?
And so I'm left this clear dichotomy
disseminated in the looking glass,
the present paradox of ages past:
the simple fact that
both of them are 'me',
and sheepish owing to the lion's pride,
the two lie down together deep inside.
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Alone we come; alone we go.