Cast me out a reflection
something from the past
cast me out a reaction
something that will last
Cast me out into the stormy night
where the light is dim and the air is cold
and i am three part full of Old
My thoughts are of yesterday
and what now is to come
should i change my direction
and where is my path
for which every way i turn
i see my reflection
before the journey even
starts.
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