Looking over your shoulder
Looking for promises that are kept
Dreams that are broken
Stretch out your hands to a desolate land
The wind wipes your every trace from the sand
The mirror’s cracked along the angles of your face
Where do i belong in it’s tangled embrace
The looking glass looks back at you in wonder
You look through the mask only to see a stranger
What blink of an eye, whose tear, whose stare
What fork on which road is taking you where
Sometimes I wish I could fly but where can I go
Where can I hide so my shadow wont find me
Everything I am fleeing is right here inside me.Nausher

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