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
Here you are on the blue mountain
Halfway up, halfway down
Between the beauty and the pain
Conquerer and clown
Between fear and fate
Between truth and lullabies
Indifference and hate
Between skin and stone and disguise
Walking down your old hunting ground
You come across all the people you used to be
You find the selves you lost and the selves you found
The ghost of you mirrored in eternity

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