Individually Numbered Rice - Day 11

I am lost
In the pastures of yellow grass
Between my ears
Tell the gatekeeper
I lost my token in the years
Between my first teeth
And my last hair

Staring at me in my mirror
A baby's face becomes clearer
Rat appears with the eyes closed
Bleeding onto the baby's clothes
My muscles twitch but they won't turn
My eyes sting but they don't burn