Mirrors
As I trip through time,
All things unwind.
My insecurity slips away.
Everything passes behind me.
All things now clear,
To the Memory,
Heart; and Mind.
Unleash your past;
Nothing is ever forgotten.
See it all here,
In the reflecting mirror!
Your past,
The present,
The future.
Though the ripple,
Lead the way.
The choice is yours,
Choose your fate.
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