Your eyes see your own reflection
Ears listen for the sound of your echo
One built up a wall
The other fortified it with mortar
And yet the wind comes and the wall falls
Scatters the gravel away
Like white memories on dark days
They escape from one fire
But another devours them
Here you are on the blue mountain
Halfway up, halfway down
Stranded and exiled, looking out to sea
Holding onto misplaced gods
And what you might have been- Nausher

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