Life's a perfect mirror.
Starts with pain and crying
and ends that way again.
There is no escaping
Time's reflected light and dark
When life's written on your face
There's melody in this hall of mirrors
as we try to find the right path.
It is the dirge of birth and death
Why is life a hall of mirrors
not just a darkened maze,
Because there are a thousand yous
And you can't outrun yourself