Reflection?

On the easiest days
I write myself into the record
to hear what's up
what's sideways down
what are the images
that make a mirror me.

When I want a hill
a boulder to carry 
I play my silent songs
for between my ears
to briefly remind me
that I'm not in this band.

The rough-patched time
is froggy slime
my eyes thus see
the world as if
from my perspective:
ownership language
control controls
the sense that feeling
is all I'll ever be.