Walk With Me


Walk with me on this beach of broken glass as we gaze upon reflections of our hidden past.

I've looked in the mirror at the stranger staring back with the scars of living off the beaten path. It's a sad shame that the face won't match the name of a stranger who had lost, yet had never played the game.

Walk with me on this beach of broken glass as we gaze upon reflections of our hidden past.

Blood-filled prints littered in the sand of a broken, battered soul casting pearls from the hand, like the pieces of their broken dreams now fragmented and bland.

Walk with me on this beach of broken glass as we gaze upon reflections of our hidden past.

Can I rest in solace with the thought that no, I'm not the stranger in the mirror, I'm not the man who gazes in, No I'm not the glass or the pearls once held within, I'm just a pebble, just a grain of sand.

Walk with me on this beach of broken glass as we gaze upon reflections of our hidden past.

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