Irresponsible and alive

You are an irresponsible man,
You shed your skin like a thin coat.
Indecisive,
when you find a beautiful fur,
you cuddle with it,
close enough to feel the fibers embedding their sharp ends
deep within the root of your screaming pore.
You are the wolf from which the sheep flee,
well disguised, and easily tainted.
you are a sheep, from which you, yourself flees.
You grow so tired of feeling the same,
You hate being seemingly seamless,
so you rip the threads of a foundation you've hardly laid,
Standing, naked, between the mirror and yourself,
you speak to yourself, like a long lost lover-
You stand still,
touching your veins to the cold glass.
For a brief moment, you recognize yourself,
naked, and casually grey.
You are an irresponsible man,
how could you become
someone else?
when all you were meant to be,
was you.