The One and Only

I'm behind the veil of steam draping your mirror
After you take a hot shower
I'm the ivory face in your grandfather clock
That cries
At every lost hour
I'm the phantom you see
From the corner of your eye
I'm the image you can never find
In a game of I Spy
I'm the voice inside your mind
That you just can't shut out
I'm your window of opportunity
And your endless corridor of doubt
The harder you try to point me out
The more that I elude
I'm standing right in front of you
Yet you continue to pensively brood
Or turn the other cheek
Because you don't want to realize
That you are too weak
To look straight into the eyes
Of your past

You can never catch up to me
But I'll catch up to you

I'm the surreal picture in an artist's eye
That they just can't capture with paint
I'm the ghastly sight
An elderly woman sees
Just before she faints
I'm the person you just passed
Without a single glance
I'm the one you never ever
Seem to give a chance
I'm the One and Only
Your neverlasting muse
I'm the soul you rejected

I'm the life
You didn't
Choose

I'm the One and Only . . .
. . .Truth

Can you handle me?