One day, walking down this road
You’ll see all the roads you’ve ever traveled
All the crossroads, all the turns
And you’ll meet all the different you’s you’d left behind
There’ll be mirrors at every corner
Who will you see then?
All the little ghosts will walk with you
Hold your hand and remind you
Of the you’s that you used to be
And you’ll see all that you could have been
At every turn at every place
Who will see you then?
In the stairways of the mind
You’ll find hidden passages to those people ’n’ places
Doors that will open into fears and joys
Fears and joys that you had locked up inside
And when you wake up to the mirror next morning
Who will you see then?
Will that be you looking back at you?
Or will that be the choice you hadn’t chosen?
And then, in every single moment you didn’t live
Will be the parts of you, you had left open.
And when the night turns to light
Will you be the loose end of a string that someone had forgotten to tie?
(Excerpt from: I Used To Be A River: Verses From The Edge of Sanity.)
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