Reality's not real, you dont know what it means.
It stands in the back ground like past fallen queens.
Unnoticed, untouched, real meaning unknown.
Though we see what is mirrored, we dont get what is shown.
Untill we all really face what we see in the mirror,
reality wont exists, and will never be clear.
Wrap yourself in your thoughts, burn every bridge that you've made.
When reality hits, no one comes to your aid.
Open your eyes, i greatly implore.
It's so much clearer inside that door.
But instead it is locked like your judgemental minds.
As time repeats, the puzzle rewinds.