On this road, my life begins
Forgotten love, forgotten friend, a forgotten child that dwells within…
Who could show it all to me as we sit on the edge of creation
Perhaps in another time, another place
So what part of me have you become
Is it you or is it me?
And in this love, I commence doubting
What part of me can I live without
Who holds the mirror that reflects to me?
Who I gave think I am to be
Is it you or is it me?
When I seem too far away
In a hole where you can’t playfull
And if I leave will regret win out
A pain I wear that leaves a doubt
Oh whom I think I am to be
Is it you or is it me?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Of all who’s left a mark on thee
Who’s the fairest one you see
For within another I see me.
An Unexpected Muse… 
This is so thought provoking. At first I read it as someone addressing someone else, then referring to their own self, then back again. And in reality, it’s all the same. When we look at each other, we’re seeing our self.
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