Both are an illusion

One face in the mirror.
You know beneath that surface lies
collection of appetites, train wreck of experiences,
log jam of logics, mob of motives
Ah for the sweet peace of having one most important objective
one passion behind which others naturally took their place
And whatever got neglected or rejected took it with quiet grace

Grateful we should always be that our lives can turn upside down
our own self the willing wrecking crew, heart pounding past all reason
when the right woman comes to town.
Then mirror shows a simple creature at the cusp of mating season
rather than a painted balloon stretched with diverging wind.

what do you crave more, the girl or the oneness of your mind?