Reflection.

Reflection.

Can I find myself, Where will I be?
Do I need some sort of key?
Or is life about creating myself?
Creating me.

The building blocks slot together.
One by one, it seems like they go on forever,
But wait..BANG! Stop.
There goes another person. Pop.

Its all too quick,
I only had a fast flick,
But you were gone,
An exploded bomb.

Except – did you come to warn me?
Help me to see
That all my memories slot together,
Make me, Me.

For what purpose I know not,
Could you see a longer plot?
Do we exist for other people?
Contribute to their rising steeple.

Only when the outside world is silent,
I hear the vibration,
Helps me find the lost location.
I can see clearly now.

Where I went right and wrong,
Like a ball – Ping, Pong.
Do I have to try to hide me?
Is this, the hidden key?

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