We are our own recluse
Figured out the ways
To keep on keepin’ on
Passing down the days
We hear ticktock
Of the metronome
An echo like a body
An echo like a phone
We’re everywhere
Yet but a recluse
Dancing alone

We’re broken
To let the sun shine through
So we may bloom anew
We decay in ruin
For the one and only gift
Fractured pieces
Of a mirror world
But from the ruins
We commence
Stronger still
Born again
We are magnetized
And drawn unto
That perpetual darshan
That never-ending kiss of bliss

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