There's a voice inside my head,
"Wake up!", was what it said,
"Go -- take a look at yourself,
You'll know that you need help ...
"Who are you? But a nobody -
Full of sadness, melancholy ;
What are you? But mortal waste,
So reform yourself, and make haste.
"You are nothing, nothing but a fool,
Stop doing this to yourself, 'tis very cruel,
Make something out of who you are,
Or you won't, won't get far ..."
I wake up. I go to a mirror and take a look at the human life-form staring back at me. Expressionless ... near motionless. Seemingly void of feeling...
I feel nothing either ... I go to the basin and wash my face, and try to shake these strange thoughts from out of my head, as I feel the cold water chill, and then soothe, my skin, and cleanse me ... feel like it purifies me ...
I take another look at the mirror ... nothing.
At some time I would have listened at it, I would have even cared ... but not today, not now atleast.
I give myself one final wash ... and go about adding to the world's store of human waste.
