Entropic Testo

Lost in confrontation, in panic, I find myself, and in this struggle I see what was taken from me.There's no mistaking the figure before me, wearing the clothes I was found in, wearing the life I abandoned.
I can't make sense of my questions, so I run.
I'm staring at my eyes and all I see is fear on both sides of the mirror, so I panic.
But then it happens, and I watch the connection, find my answers in violence, witness my own fall from grace.
And the experience graces me with no better understanding.
Years of hoping for progress, but I've reduced myself to nothing.
Lying lifelessly as I'll awake, the only proof I exist has now become a map to safe refuge.