Searching for me,


I wander through a house of mirrors,

I see a myriad of images,


None are mine.


Distorted reflections of a stranger,

Someone I’ve met,


But don’t really know.


I cry out my name,

But the hollow echo that responds,


Tells me I must wait …


It is not yet time.




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