an average man

Looking in the mirror I see a man look back.
I know very little about where he has been or where he will end up.
I only wish to be a part of the journey he is on.
I see the face looking back at me, staring deep into my eyes and deep into my soul.
I felt his sadness as he did mine.
A tear crept down my cheeks as it did his.
In that we are the same; filled with deep rooted sadness about our inadequacies, weighted down by our rudimentary understanding of this universe.

The man in the mirror looks away in disappointment.
I could not bare his sight too.
I know he is as disappointed in me as I in him and he in himself.
For what made me an average man, if not the man in the mirror.

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