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Gazing at a reflection that somehow seems unreal,
mirrored in a pool of blue, a face he cannot feel.
Changed from endless childhood, aged beyond repair.
Haunted by the weary lines of a child's frightened stare.
A tear tracks down the mask, of wisdom's solemn gaze,
to hang supsended for a moment, as others add to it's haze.
A moment, frozen in time, as realizations become clear,
there is nothing to hold onto, nothing left to hold dear.
It all went so fast and now you must say goodbye,
though you shake your fists like a lunatic, at the aloof uncaring sky.
The world will keep on turning, and no-one stops to consider,
the reflections of a lonely man, tired, old and bitter.
And as the ripples in the pool shatter the image that was you,
you realize with tear stained eyes, the child is within you.
Silent but not forgotten, lonely but kicking still,
an epilogue to a broken dream, a conclusion to a shattered will.
It's far from over.
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