An epic tale about the person across the room
An epiphany that your whole universe will host new life soon
The saga you’ve authored but have never written yourself into
Now sensing you’re playing the role you’ve only been witness to
All the traits you thought the others were born to own
Not anymore because you express them like an expert all alone
How did you get dropped into this myth so many others chase?
You walked right into it; you’re just another classic case
Now you’re so high about the ground it feels like you’re buried six feet under
Not due to death, but because you’ve given into a lifetime of blissful slumber
What do you need to alter to add a twist to this age-old story?
Now that you’re in so deep, is being different even a worry?
I can’t imagine what it must be like to be you, from this view things couldn’t be clearer
Everything seems so backwards trying to orient myself to what’s happening in the mirror