Clarity from Foreign Life by Pony Girl

On the other side, I saw a ghost.
All of me inside.
It's not a joke to grow old without you.

You shouldn't wait to show you care.
Don't be scared, the other is yourself.

Staring at me, what do you see?
Never felt old when we were young, self-absorbed.
Finally, clarity.
I can see her hand.
Reaching in — to hold.

As he walked in you froze,
you froze.
Face shifting out of control.

It’s not because we change with time;
we just got to know each other.
Intolerant, you're just scared
of what you can't hold onto without caring.

Good mourning ambassador,
the loudest voice shouldn't always be heard.

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