Contemplation

Life falls apart, like leaves from a tree.

Time runs away, yet I stand still.

I look in the mirror, but do not recognize my own face.

Who is the man in the mirror?

What have I become?

I am but a boy trapped in an aging man’s body.

I hope for change, but know it will not come.

Fate is what you make it, so I’ve been told.

I know my fate, but hide it from others.

A warm smile, a soft laugh.

Both help me hide my fate behind a mask.

Will anyone stop to look behind the mask, or will fate run its course?