Sometimes I go and read
Some lines I wrote
Some times ago
And I ask myself
What was up there
On my minds shelf
Sometimes I wonder
Who I was then
And who I am now
It's like I'm standing
Eye to eye with me
Under the silver lining tree
It's like I'm watching
Myself in a Mirror
Which doesn't really make things clearer
Mirror from a distant space
Parallel universe is it's birthplace
That never shows a real face
I am not who I used to be
I don't see things that I used to see
I am halfway grown, into the new me
