Who’s that in my reflection
My body knew me more
My heart was torn and tangled
My mind was always sore

Who’s that in my reflection
I do not know your face
I cannot find resemblance
Or none of your disgrace

Simplicity of savior
You always found the weak
Put first right after cripples
You never let you speak

So who then am I seeing
My mirror on the wall
Oh, who, my friend, is speaking
A stranger to us all

For if I could remember
A child by your name
Then would I still be certain
And would I feel the same

Oh, stranger in the mirror
If you could only know
The troubles we have caused you
I know you wouldn’t grow

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Chit-Chat and All That

If you were given the chance to meet your younger self, would they agree with the person they’d become? I think it more likely I would stubbornly remain the same. I might even ridicule the man approaching me and grow ever more paranoid. What a wild future that’d be for me. Maybe I’d know how to pick locks by now. Have a glorious day, dear reader!