I look into the mirror
Another day, another wrinkle
My brow furrows as I stare
When was it that I started to care
About the lines in my forehead
About the veins on my hands
About the yellowing of my eyes
About the loss of sight from them
About the aches and pains all over
My bodily grievances line up, one by one
Don't go out, don't get too much sun
They say sunlight ages you faster
And so, of darkness I am the master
Before I know it, more time has passed
It never used to become night this fast
The night turns to day, nature's cycle continued
And so, my fears of yesterday's aging renewed
As I sit alone in my unlit room
Weaving myself a futile cocoon
I think about my life, but eighteen years
Hardly close to the final frontier
Yet I still fear the whitening of my hair
And wonder when it was that I started to care
They say madness is born from repetition
Expecting a new outcome is an inane position
Still, I look into the mirror
Another day, another wrinkle
