Styx

There's a face in the glass
Looking through the mirror
At the maze of my past
It was never clearer
On the distant horizon
The storm approaches
Better cover my eyes
Better hide the roaches
In the best of my time
There was something better
And the quest of my mind
Was to try and get her
Something simple and pure
As the thoughts in my head
Not the tears in the rain
Over me she shed
We were almost there
Still I was unaware
Here in the Brave New World’s embrace
I watch the parade begin
Searching for one familiar face
And I wonder where I fit in
How will I know if there’s a place
For me in the Brave New World
To be calm in the eye