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The mirror.

You said to me
You were nothing like your father said your mother was
You looked at me
Dancing around that lazy chair like your mother did
Looks don’t deceive
But they surely have plenty of power to
All the time that it took
To turn around
And you are just spinning circles

She fell asleep
Stars in her eyes like the night spread out in front of us
Flashing, the camera
Stood like a portrait, like a portrait took of us
Scratching the surface dust and fingers
Ruined everything

In the mirror
You only see your father
Because
Like begets like
Like begets like
And you realize that you don’t really own your life

I took it upon myself
To look at it all from the inside, inside out
But the scenery faded
And turned for the worse when the sun had lit you up

In the mirror
You only see your father
Because
Like begets like
Like begets like
And you realize that you don’t really own your life