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Shades are always sweetest as they sink from sight

Reflections in the rearview, a trick of the light

You take a look at yourself with the mirror broken

No wonder what you see is never what you’re hoping

 Now grows ever closer to decay

The present moment surely swept away

Behind it’s all serene

But never what it seems

Embrace the bitter ruse or choose a savage dream

 Waiting on a runway lost, afraid to be reborn

Hesitate and still you’re changed into another form

The futures fire forges those who fail to learn

That you can’t trade tomorrow to go back to the past on wings of return

 The final journey has always just begun

Only fools and madmen think they’ve won

But can you seize the day when it’s halfway over?

At the limits of life in the cold and sober

 I know better than to sail the shifting tides

Or trust the color of the grass on the other side

Even the bad times shine

Given the passage of time

The only difference is the distance in the endless climb