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“2:17 (The Mirror Theory)” part 2
          
          We say, we say, we say
          There’s no one left to lean on —
          But we’re all leaning away.
          We say, we say, we say
          The world is getting colder —
          While feeding the frost each day.
          
          We’re somebody’s ghost at midnight,
          Somebody’s almost, somebody’s blame,
          Pointing fingers at the fire
          While quietly striking the flame.
          
          There’s a golden thread between us,
          Thin as breath, easy to miss,
          We swear it snapped years ago —
          But maybe we just loosened our grip.
          
          Two shadows in a doorway
          Waiting for the other to move,
          Both praying for a savior
          Neither one will choose.
          
          The monster under the bed
          Has our handwriting on its spine,
          We stitched its name in secret ink —
          And called it “the times.”
          
          We say, we say, we say
          There’s no such thing as unity —
          But unity starts this way.
          We say, we say, we say
          The kindness disappeared —
          But maybe we looked away.
          
          If every crack reflects us
          In the mirror we avoid,
          Then every act of mercy
          Is a weapon we deploy.
          
          At 2:17 the clock still hums,
          Blue ink drying slow —
          Maybe we’re not losing each other.
          Maybe we just need to show.