Present Infant

lately i've been glaring into mirrors
 picking myself apart
 you'd think at my age i'd have thought of
 something better to do
 than make insecurity a full-time job
 make insecurity into an art
 i fear my life will be over
 and i will have never lived it unfettered
 always glaring into mirrors
 mad i don't look better
 but now here's this tiny baby
 and they say she looks just like me
 and she is smiling at me
 with that present/infant glee
 and i would defend
 to the ends of the earth
 her perfect right to be
 so i'm beginning to see some problems
 with the ongoing work of my mind
 and i've got myself a new mantra
 it says: don't forget to have a good time!
 don't let the sellers of stuff
 power enough to rob you of your grace
 love is all over the place
 there's nothing wrong with your face
 love is all over the place
 there's nothing wrong with your face