Reflections

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It can feel like it's been ages

Though time is standing still

A bit rough around the edges

Through the steep ride up the hill


Gazing through the window glass

And yet slowly daylight fades

You're left staring at your own reflection

Unwillingly diving into deep introspection


It's so much easier to get lost in your own eyes

Reflecting themselves, reflecting you

An endless amount of times


But minds tend to race at track speed

Through a million thoughts every second

Fight yourself into a messy nosebleed

It shouldn't be this hard, you'd reckon


All we want is to remark

On the views beyond the glass

But when everything is dark

We're instead forced to stare into us


No matter how fast you can swim

Nothing can save you from drowning in your own lungs

Gasping in water may be grim

And still it's better than nothing happening at all


How do you know that your reflection is your own?

Illusions in the glass or mind tricks

What's another broken, shattered bone,

To a heavy pile of carmine bricks?


Warm hand meeting the cold echo of itself

Separated by thin glass

Why not try and make amends

As long as you have some time to pass?


Because I remember what you said

Even though it sounded kind of sappy

We don't hold hands because we're sad

But because it makes us happy.

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