Reflect
We can play mind games and race through time
Chase down infinity and dance on the line
A time comes when we all just have to stop and stare
See reality full on with it's all-encompassing glare
Do we offer ourselves to the wind?
Or do we subdue to the fate of the binned?
Trapped in our own minds with no chance of escape
Do we know who we are by realising all our mistakes?
Do we cling to one thing or one person most?
Do we stand in a line and accept the mundane fate of our soul's host?
Do we ever realise exactly what we are?
Do we see our true selves only when we've gone way too far?
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