In a hall of shining mirrors
As I walk upon the glass
I look at moments faded
All these things I slowly pass
Some stir up emotions
Some stir nothing up at all
Some make me want to shatter
See the shards of memory fall
I force myself look forward
There’s no need to look behind
As I leave this hall of mirrors
I purge the memories from my mind
I’ve no use for your nostalgia
So put it back from whence it came
I bid you stay here with the mirrors
I won’t play your little game
Your value is subjective
And to me, the value’s none
Your mirrors are illusions
And I decree this game is done
©The Beginning At Last
The Beginning At Last 
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