it’s the land of broken mirrors
shattered glass and scattered ash
they drink the water of their gods
and every promise comes with a catch
.
in the land of broken mirrors
bent smiles and fear of change
each truth is a lie each lie a truth
prayers go up to avoid the shooting range
.
by the land of broken mirrors
we live deep inside ourselves
with orange skies and poisoned lies
we place our baggage on the shelf
.
and when the mirror turns to dust
and memory is all that’s left
what words about you
will dance amongst their lips
.
for though these mirrors do not show
the future as it will be
we will not breathe what we create
it is not our future we’re preventing from being free
.
but in this land of broken mirrors
the change is coming fast
the sky is on fire, the earth turns too slow
this was never built to last
.
and then there’s those, and sometimes me
who see the world as it should be
who embraces the miracle in a smile
the mirror might be broken
we’ve got nothing to lose
let’s go split some hearts wide open
- photo by author
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
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