A change in wind once caught me with a face

that now I can’t exchange for something new.

A woebegone expression of disgrace

of which my mirror gets a daily view.

A change in wind once caught me with a face

which means today’s tomorrow’s deja-vu.

I suffer from the sameness of the place

and repetition turns and turns the screw.

A change in wind once caught me with a face

that turns the brightest mood to deepest blue

and since that point it’s sadly been the case

I’m ostracized by people such as you.

The wind may tour the compass points at pace

and blow from my backyard to Timbuktu,

I’m stuck with this inconsequential face,

a living lie that people see as true.