A mirror of a man I wander from parts unknown,
I forgo my simple reason, leaving nothing unshown.

Find me somewhere, for it not be recognized,
I find myself, if not be hypnotized.

I am a ghost of my mirrowed past,
I am a thought be it first, or be it the last.

A smoke coffin surrounds my beaten narration,
A man unique, to all other of his creation.

Focused to see companion, only still my own,
A companion of focus, as only once known.

Stranger to myself, to you, to all who not be,
Nothing stranger than that you cannot see.

An echo of sorts, call from there to here,
To sort through the echoes, to exclude fear.

Close one eye, only to let the other behold,
Warm the spell, embrace the cold.

Only the cold whispers my name out loud,
When I turn to look, I see only a lost cloud.

Will I ever fall into my remembered state,
Or will I forever be in a sedated wait.