PIECES [Intro – spoken, almost whispered] “We see now through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. Now I know in part; but then shall I know, even as also I am known.” And I stand. I look. I don't recognize it. A shape. A shadow? [Verse 1] I step back. The shadow doesn't. Piece by piece, something starts to show. Distorted. Like I'm staring into the shattered remains of a mirror. An eye. A hand. A mouth I know. Or think I know. I lose myself in thought, then suddenly I'm back. Staring into the glass. Who is standing there? [Hook – spoken, dry, rhythmic] I see the shape. I know the face. I don't know who's standing there. Piece by piece. Image by image. The closer I get, the less remains. Maybe the mirror isn't broken. Maybe I am. [Verse 2] I know this road. Familiar, and becoming stranger. I know every turn. Every crossing. Every step I've taken. And still I wonder: When did I end up here? I remember this life. Close. And becoming stranger. I know the places. The rooms. The thoughts. Some of them feel like they belonged to someone else. I know these feelings. Familiar. And becoming stranger. Anger. Fear. Joy. Emptiness. I know what they feel like. I just don't know anymore who they belong to. [Hook – spoken, more intense] I see the shape. I know the face. I don't know who's standing there. Piece by piece. Image by image. The closer I get, the less remains. Maybe the mirror isn't broken. Maybe I am. [Verse 3] And I stand. I move closer. The shadow becomes less clear. And yet... it's right in front of me. One more step. Another. I raise my hand. The shadow raises hers. I stop. So does she. I breathe. She breathes. And suddenly I understand. I've spent my whole life looking for myself. In memories. In mistakes. In everything I wanted to become. In everything I never became. I made myself a stranger. Then wondered why I couldn't recognize myself. [Bridge – almost whispered] Maybe there is no whole. Maybe there are only pieces. Who I was. Who I wanted to be. Who I became. Fragments of the same face. And somewhere between them... I stand. [Final section – spoken] I see the shape. I know the face. Not everything. Not even close. But enough to stop stepping back. Piece by piece. Image by image. Maybe I don't need to find myself. Maybe I just need to stop looking away. [Outro – spoken] And I stand. Before the mirror. The shadow is still there. Distorted. Incomplete. Strange. And yet... this time, it stays when I move closer. “Now I know in part.” [Pause] Maybe for today... that's enough.
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