There’s a mirror in the hallway, but it never shows my face
Just a distant outline, floating out of place
Am I the question? Am I the key?
Do I disappear or am I set free?
Oh, the unknown calls my name
A silent road, never the same
Is it where I end, or where I rise?
A voice that fades but never dies
If I am not the seeker
Am I still the way?
If all dissolves to nothing
Who wakes at break of day?
