eye guess

I don't normally get into it
Or adopt it
Or save it as my
Only saving grace
Or try
For some reason
To hold onto it
All over again
For too long
I live a tiny lie

Its been a while
For that perspective
To creep back into my sights
Like a slow beating drum
To conflict my reasoning
To control me and
my futuristic outlooks
To recollect
my persona
To fasten my ideals
To my ideal future self
I guess its been a while
I guess time will tell
Who that person really is

Truth in the mirror
I say a lot of scriptures
But I never
Hold onto myself
For more than a day
At a time
Loose depictions
As usual
I lose track of days
In between
Me
Myself
And eye