Looking through the mirror
Staring straight into my eyes
Find the pupils growing wider
Before I see the wrinkles
Start to form
From squinty eyes and smile lines

Twenty-three years
Still this all feels so familiar
It almost seems a bit cliché

This déjà vu is starting to get to me
Why do I feel I’ve been down
This path before?
Meeting the same crew of would-be
Kings and craftsmen
Over another short lived lifetime