I feel I’m at a cross
roads
With death upon my
heel.
In this land of
dreams and freight
It’s hard to say what’s
real.
I see your smile
across the edge,
From the mirror’s
gaze
And just as quickly
you are gone
Beyond the murky
haze.
Clocks turned back,
some move too fast
Each path, a
different way.
If I can’t make out
the real from fake
I’ll never see the
day.
The moon is low, the
sun burned out
This is an evil
place.
You swore you’d
follow anywhere
Why can’t I see your
face?
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