Reflection
…
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.
The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own
A million light reflections pass over me
It’s source is bright and endless.
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her we are lifeless satellites dreaming dreams.
And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
Don’t want to be down here feeding my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it’s far too late
I pray the light lifts me out before I pine away.
before I pine away
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Tool
