Identity

As the crests of the liquid mirror

faced me -

I gazed upon its critical eyes 

in a hazy attempt 

to crawl into my own shadow.

That split second stretches

into a millennium's worth of condescending

judgements.

At half a heartbeat, the soul sunk

so deep

in a pursuit for justification.

You drift into a celestial realm of uncertainty,

a cloud of unsaturated doubt.

Who am I?

(An artist's obsession...)

On a constant loop you watch

your existence racing into oblivion.

 You thirst for validation

To be counted for purpose.