In the mirror, I see
Those mischiefs, wondrous world
Inside my mind, where I see
I hear my chuckles and screams, hurled
Idiots are meant to be patriots
Of what their heart beats for
Glimpse behind your eyes
And let it hit the skies
For what I believe
I sealed your thoughts
I steal your momentum perceived
Hey, guy,
Just look at the sky
Fill the spaces by your wisdom
Wordy intelligence is worthless
Without your magic
Magical mind
Thrown into reality
Where any blind
Can glance into eternity
Be less of their impressions
Be deprived of deceptions
Be famous for your expressions
Be rich of purposes
For when you found your glory
Is when you find joy
You find your purpose
You found brilliance in you
You see yourself
In front of the mirror
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