Your past is an illusion, a trick of your memory
Your future an illusion, a trick of your dreams
Your mirror is a silver storm of confusion
Nothing is as it seems
You are standing naked on shifting sand,
A dream and a memory in each hand,
You mirror a mirage moving alone,
You call out but it is gone,
The road that brought you here
Is dragging you back
The light you thought was near
Is fading to black

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