False Reflecting Mirrors (or Broken Clocks)

A new day, just like the old day. Same old broken clocks on the walls and false reflecting mirrors. Outside there is scattered trash spinning in the wind and abandoned cars that have run out fuel - no way to go further..

Remember

In the shadows I see Emily and myself, holding hands walking up that hill. In the shadows I see my friends and I sitting in the grass, laughing... I search among the shadows created by a bright light, I remember those promises we made. I hide within the shadows thinking of those lies we once told. About Independence from the enforced thought processes. Father's and mother's fear fueled panic trying to protect us from a life of consequences.

Common Sense

In my opinion, heads need to be examined thoroughly before any hand can hold a gun.