Imitations

 I do respect the machinations
That suggest the implications
Of what would truly happen when
We break our limitations
In our conversations, we
Lose track of who we are
So they begin, the imitations
And they take us far
Over the years we lose track
Of our identities entirely
And our imitations become us
We have no clue who that is
Staring back at us in the mirror
Questioning that which we've become
Always in a chase, or on the run
Mostly both combined
Repeated, time and time
Again and again the world
Collides
And we submerge within
Our ancient selves
Staring at us in the reflection
Of the waters, still
No motion to be observed
But disillusion dawns upon us
As we recognize the past
Frowning down
And reorganize our thoughts
It strangely fits
That we shall end
Where we did begin
And after all is said and done
All of what she's written
We'll see ourselves
Suddenly smitten
With hatred and loss
Learning to become
Something completely anew
When a man resolves
Their inner conflicts
It's something that's taken years to do
And after the deed is done
We stare at ourselves again
The imitations are gone
And we're our best friends
The time's taken it's toll
The manifestation occurred
We lost ourselves somewhere
And we accepted our fate
We were found eventually
To be something great
Entirely on our own
Until we find the true match
To light up our soul
And burn up from scratch
Revisit our old passions
Find new ones along the path
Relive our old fashion
And create new forms as the old comes to pass
And the truth of it all
Never does make sense
As time, the biggest illusion
Makes us finally content
So we stop trying to contend
With our past identities
Wallowing in the memories
Our reflection in the mirror is
Corrupted and confined
But that was then
And we are in the now
Now when we stare at ourselves
We are finally found