week 316 ~ I feel naked in front of the mirror

I feel naked in front of the mirror
of truth what exactly am I looking
for what more could I expect do I fear
exposure commitment what should I bring
to the table do I still have cards to
play as I stare down the void double check
the map the clock the appointment where do
I line up who’s waiting to stack the deck
in the dark as the world begins to spin
out from under my feet I jump something
catches my parachute the silent din
of waiting words which one the golden ring
I sit up drink in hand searching for rhymes
the damn muse just slaps you around sometimes

thanks to my friend Alec for the last line.