Distorted Reflection

Seeing your distorted reflection in the window

Makes me think this is how it’s gonna be now.

Change will come, change will come, change has come.

Trust me, I’m happy, for you, at least.

We’ve had our time, it’s gone and passed.

I knew these times would never last,

Yet somehow I held on to hope

That by the time it came around

The capacity and strength to cope

Would well up, would abound

Yet now this day’s come,

And here I am.

How disappointing.

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