It's Not Over
I told myself I'd stand my ground,
But the walls have crumbled now.
There's a face in the sky's reflection,
And the memories are pouring down.
Today has been the question--
Tomorrow is the focus.
Direction is merely symbolic,
For I'm an empty canvas.
There's an echo through the window,
Arriving in the breeze;
The messages unfold,
And continue to the sea.
Without a strong connection,
There's nothing left of me.
All of the images are distorted,
But it's just a hologram.
As the pictures become faded,
The truth comes to attack.
When the past becomes outdated,
It all comes running back.
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