It looks like your world, but everything is different

Everything seems close, but oddly distant

How were you to know

Where it all would go

For a moment all the world was right

How were you to get ready for the fight

What blink of an eye, whose tear, whose stare

What fork on which road is taking you where

You’re running down the track

The night burning down your back

You follow the ghost of you

And your ghosts are following you

Blinded by truth, enlightened by a lie

The die is cast in the blink of an eye

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