True Self

Here I am,

late at night,

finally out, in bed,

after laying for hours,

over the same desk.

I close my eyes,

and I see a labour me.

I open my eyes,

and I see the mess,

that I wasn't able to solve,

in me.

This confusion is driving me by,

but nonetheless I see,

and see what I'm letting,

what I'm not doing,

what I'm pretending to be.

I've still got time for me,

and so the world around,

since a second is just a second.

But as a true day is not a day,

so until I'm not true,

to me, on each side,

I'll be just a man,

but not a true one.