“Drowning past sorrows and regrets, in coffee and cigarettes...”

I try finding myself in the rising steam of a coffee cup,

in a crowded unfamiliar coffee shop...

In every book I have ever read,

In every man I've taken to bed...

I tend to find a semblance of me,

A speck of light in a dark room which I can not see...

Sometimes when I hear people call my name,

I try putting the pieces together which are not quite the same.

Whenever I look at the image in the mirror looking back at me,

I wonder who gets to choose, me or the image staring back at me?

There is so much to do yet nothing left to be done...

So far whatever knowledge I've acquired, however little I've achieved,

Would it be enough to shine on the dark side of the road I haven't reached?