Reflections

i hate them...
the man staring back is a disappointment.
the man i see is lesser that he should be.
why must he flow into darkness?
as his path is often twisted around a multiple roads...
all leading to one place....
yet he stands still...
waiting...
"For what?" i scream, as he ignores my cries...
his eyes fixed on one thing....
waiting for that...
to see a better day, fly to a better place, rest in a better bed.
unsure of why life turns the way it does, he refuses to run
and refuses to move forward.
he is the man i hate to be, the man i dread to see.
for hopes of his reflection to fade is all i want.
for that man is not who i'm made to be...