Here I am
A man alone
In a room of mirrors
Surrounded on every side
I see me
Reflected in the eyes
Of all around
Each a different set
Of expectations
Of hopes
and of dreams
You see a portion of me
A bit of who I am
A reflection of your history and hope
But I am Not
I am Not
A sum of your collected vision
I am not
No, I am not
A reflection of what you see in your eyes
I am myself
Whole and created
And So Much More
Than you see*

when the flag come down
and the curtain drops
i'm left standing alone
one gun in the hand
two in the chamber
one in my head
where is the remainder
black flag rises
curtain call at last
no one to mourn
my forgettable past