King of the Undone

I recognize that face Staring back out of the picture The very same one that I Would once see in the mirror Very well known to me How many things I wish I could say To this man, my enemy Those young eyes glittered with dreams But nothing such as a plan Now I clean up after him Curse that bastard Who deigned to think his path was so unclear He always knew the way But waved away the signs his heart was gripped in fear Now within the reflection A tired brow lined with regret Even despite greater effort To correct the mistakes of the past I'm slipping Everything seems further yet Taking things into my hands Falls through my fingers like sand Trickling down the hourglass Damn that man Who deigned to think his path was so unclear He always knew the way, but waited He hesitated Nothing done but time still passes me by It feels like I am just waiting to die Break with the past but still to blame I fear I won't be able to Forgive the man in the picture Curse that bastard Who deigned to think his path was so unclear Leaving me the work To unveil a life we might hold dear