many things make up my face
only a few never change
some i've seen forever
while some will just swap their place,
this constant motion also moves the truth,

who am i?

water flicks my face here and there
with a towel to follow that same pace
a semi-fuzzy being appears
for a brief while, they simply gaze
but their departure is near.

who am i?

light radiates within my face
and fractures as i radiate it
darkness reacts very similar,
tho on its own course
it runs the same race,
still,

who am i?

a rare occurrence of clarity comes,
as a face like mine only smaller arrives
it's happened before
a true time when my memory shines,
in it's tiny face I can see my own + more

shifting in front of a fuzzy being until
finally pausing on a line of fuzz,
little hills below the line glisten
within this reflection my truth is clearer,

i am a mirror.