“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.