I look in the mirror and think ‘Oh-my god—
How time has been flying!’; A wink and a nod
Are all I can muster; and I don’t quite know
What happened: And why am I feeling so low…

For youth- it has vanished; I can’t get it back-
And never you mind all the things I now lack.
Oh- all the mistakes! Oh- the foolishness…Well;
I still have a hide which I don’t want to sell…

I look at myself, and I wonder ‘What now?’
And slowly begin to my weakness to bow-
How easy it is: Just give in to the urge…
Feels good, for it looks like my past I can purge…

As fast as I can- like a coward I flee
Not just from my past, but above all- from me.
‘Who am I?’ I wonder. I haven’t a clue…
And blindly I run past myself… and past you…