What's in the mirror, what's in the past
We think we remember so clearly, so steadfast.
Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear -
Never a bigger lie I assure you, you will hear.
Time is like a stream freezing more every second. Lost
Are ripples and waves of yesterday to today's frost.
Our minds, they play a trick, remember a movie we never saw,
Why not imagine ourselves the protagonist. Never let our river of follies thaw.
The thought I can predict my past with this does soon depart
I have my version, you yours. Once met, our lines must now move apart.
It's what I build with my hands I must learn to trust much more,
It's called the future, I remember it better than any past I ever did before.
