Who belongs to the face that I see there;
Whose glance is mournful and bewildered?
The pale ashen face is staring at me.
The sad eyes linger for eternity,
Yet they cannot reach their destination.
My heart goes out to this destitute soul;
Tears waver in thin streams down my smooth cheeks.
How can it look so familiar, yet not?
It’s a perplexing thought to consider.