When you block out the eyes
The identity is gone
As the mirror decays
There is nothing left to see
In such a subtle way
A generation is being lost
I'm beginning to fear
That I'm losing me.
Dot the i's and cross the t's
Get your last words out
We're the "now generation"
But now's almost over
There's not much left to expect
It's time for battle
As the clock ticks and eyes fade
The mirror is hazy; all that's left
Is your mind you've got to protect.
--1.9.08
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