I glanced in the mirror, didn't expect to see
Such a youthful man staring back at me
No wrinkles, few lines, scarce sign of wear
Hardly any residue of the life I've lived here
Hanging on the words of brilliant, troubled kin
I expected to see wrinkles, hardened eyes, drooping skin
To see a story carved that has not yet been
The scars of an ascent towards a glorious mountain
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