In reflections I see…[a stranger]
This flesh cannot be mine
I am not what I see
What others must see

A clockwork cage engulfs me
[trapped]
Limitations constantly ticking
Furthering the distance
From a past I find harder to recollect
[uncertain memories]
In a present I struggle to fathom

How did I get here

These hands surely are not mine
I control them
They react to my whim
All the while detached
Separate
[mocking]
Strange

These scars are mine
I know them like the back of my…
They remain [constant]
Recognizable through the fog
Points moved to a foreign map

These knees that yell
So often now
[habitual]
The argument long forgotten
Though the disagreement remains

These tired [slower] feet
Carry my consciousness along
In a ride-share vehicle
To some destination [unseen]

Yet

In dreams I look like me
Is it reversed
Am I asleep now
An alarm away from [being] me again

No

I am conscious
My unseen self is sharp as ever
[strong, courageous, frightened, horny, shy, idiotic]
Encased in a package
A machine
That hasn't stopped [yet]
But is sometimes hard to recognize
That [always] wants
believes
craves
plays
creates

That still exists

I remain
I am [me]