Freewill in the mirror

A thousand versions of you
each one a square or two
away from the current truth
The one you judge as the real moment

A thousand actions performed differently
each one a tampered detail
Each one a potential brush stroke of your likeness
A thousand different chisel marks

Take your hands off the steering wheel
Or keep them there by all means
Each little reality, why do they seem so alien
A parallel portrait of you
In another land, holding a different status

At night your mind attempts to seduce freewill
passionately searching kissing and caressing
All you did was cut yourself on the mirror
Were you the choice or did you make it?
A thousand shards of that crystal champagne glass

Freewill is not flesh on display
But a hooded creature whose deeds and whereabouts
are clandestine and concealed
Illusive like a midnight Cinderella
One you'll never know by face

So each little thought on the conditioned mind you think with
will never sum it up to sense
And each tampered detail could just be a product of your youth
Each idea just a track on a broken record
Light years from knowing your real self