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dafremen
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(The Mirror)
A plea to
A need to hold you as an answer
To calm the haunting questions
Denial beguiles
Tints the light of understanding
A smokey self deception
What a masterpiece of twisted reason
Rejecting truths our minds deny for fantasies we all believe in
Being crushed again
Under the weight of my reflection
There's no air down here where the need to be is winning out
Tried to clear my head
Saw the face of my reflection there instead
It grinned at me and said
"Who's the sinner now?"
The mirror goes deeper
Grows to show the seeker
The heart of its illusion
Some falter, move onward
Shadows tempt unwary ones to entertain confusion
With a single-minded sense of drama
What began conviction
Becomes the source of all the problems
Getting crushed again
By the weight of a reflection which is not there
When you can't breathe it seems too real to bear
Escaping from the self
Slipping away from one's reflection is a mess
And those that know it's so are there to tell
The future is unclear
The past so far and gone away
(And taking all our presents)
No control
A lost soul swallowing a dragon's tail
Swallowed by the dragon
Spiralling inward ever downward
Human ego feeding on the illusory that surrounds it
Almost crushed again
Beneath the weight of my reflection
It's not fair to have to release a thing that isn't there
Outside reality
In the domain of my reflection's fantasy
There's a me that seems to be, but isn't there.
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