It might be a hole
Or a pile of gold
It might be the place
You lose your soul
Looking out beyond the mirror
When that mirror
Breaks
And you don't even listen
Your feet move faster
Than your logic can protect you
And the pieces cut
Deeper than the speed
Of all the fools
Chasing foolish dreams
Break the chain
Calm the brain
And fight for what matters
Like life.
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