In this mirror, there lives a reflection half yours…
Although it goes, my heart will always be here, safe to hold.
Only we see, as the world goes by, I now outgrew the one who gave life in passing by.
In this mirror, this reflection is yours…
If not for one, then half of whole, the remnants lifted far from home
Wisdom words when spoken, dropped like mics of unmapped dreams
Telling a story about the man lost far from home.
