Faceless Man: Thoughts of a reflective man

I stand before me, a faceless man.

I don’t know if I am ready to be the man I have to be, to embrace challenges and unhook the stroke of pain, to fall in love with my own reflection and smile each time that I stare at my bank account.

Against my will I stand before my own reflection, faceless.

A vague man who seeks the definition and purpose of humanity, lost in the nothingness of society, found in the commonality of conformity without peace I compete against the pandemonium in my heart.

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A face I desire, a purpose I crave for. To find where I belong and know what I ought to do at each given moment of my own existence. The more I look within, the farther I fall into the realm of emptiness and desperation.

I seek happiness and wholeness; it all evaporates like the adrenaline rush of teen lust. Time keeps ticking, tick tock, it’s a race against destiny to fix the mental clock that is unwinding inside of me. The more I hold on to myself the farther I fall away from me.

The faceless man ponders and wonders whose skin is this design, whose mind is he behind? The more we get to know ourselves, the further we realize that we know absolutely nothing about our true reflection. We are seeking for the source of our true image.

Until then I want to learn to live more and one last thing Lord, let my son be a better man than me in all his ways.