21. MIMIC (World)
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Crow says:
"SHOULD is a word you were taught.
COULD is a word you choose."
The World Reversed
(Mimic)
[INTRO]
This ghost doesn't know who she is alone.
She's always been someone's —
partner, caretaker, mirror.
The end is right there.
I hold onto the path instead.
Alone, I'm just
the shape they left behind.
Mimic is me.
[VERSE 1]
I'd rather be half of something
than whole alone.
I only dance if someone else leads.
It looks like the real thing —
but the ghost refuses completion.
The striving. The climbing.
Never quite arriving.
I've been eating myself alive.
The path is worn —
and my view is the same.
Repetition feels like paralysis.
I've never known how to be IN a relationship
without BEING the relationship.
Their emergency gives me purpose.
Their calm leaves me useless.
Ghost says:
"If I stop being yours — who am I?"
I am the space between your needs.
Crow says:
"You've been studying
the crack in the mirror
for years.
The rest of the glass
still works."
[PRE-CHORUS]
The finish line in sight —
I won't cross.
Mimic marks the spot
where I lost myself.
I know how to answer —
don't know the question.
You move — I move.
You stop — I wait.
[CHORUS]
Cross my heart — mimic, mimic
Hope to die — me, me, me
The heart I crossed — borrowed, borrowed
was never mine — hollow, hollow
Cross my heart — mimic, mimic
Hope to die — mirror, mirror
The Original is missing —
Maybe it's me.
[VERSE 2]
I am worth whatever you're thinking.
Pitched to please —
my voice learns their frequency.
I doubt what I felt
because you didn't feel it too.
Your storm is my sky.
I've been so busy
being there for you
I forgot to check
if I was still here.
I am the echo
that forgot it was following.
The horizon calls —
I face the wall.
Ghost says:
"I am the only one who stayed.
They leave. I remain.
Don't leave me too."
Crow says:
"A door that's always open
is just a hole in the wall.
Close it.
Feel the difference."
[PRE-CHORUS]
(repeat)
[CHORUS]
(repeat)
[BRIDGE]
I practice naming what I want.
The words feel wrong.
I say them anyway.
Ghost, you kept me whole
when whole meant hollow.
I thank you now.
The old self nods.
She knows I'll remember her.
She goes.
I stay.
Cross my heart — mimic, mimic
Hope to live — me, me, me
[OUTRO]
I stop waiting for someone
to tell me I'm okay.
I tell myself instead.
The summit didn't give me anything —
it just showed me what I'd carried.
Crow says:
"Twenty-two ghosts.
Twenty-two funerals.
The graves are full.
Mourners have gone home.
Stand still.
The view is you.
The Seal is waiting.
Now...
Begin again.
World becomes Fool."
Lyrics are here. The full blog — about the ghost, the tarot, the body, the blessing — is still unfolding. Check back another day. I'm still writing. You're still welcome.
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