BEYOND THE SHADOWED REFLECTIONS
(T. Beechey)

Today is just an echo of a memory
As we journey through the mazes we create
We find ourselves waiting for the promise
That comes too often but often much too late

The reflections that we glimpse in the water
Are not the ones that we've come to know
As we go along trails never trodden
Toward yesterdays not so long ago

Today is just an echo of a memory
As we journey through the mazes we create
We find ourselves waiting for the promise
That comes too often but often much too late

What lies beyond the shadow is the gleaming
Of a dream that time has long held overdue
And the view from here to there is depending
Of the blending of the colors in the hue

And as we dance by the flame of tomorrow
Through the sorrow that is birthed through sacrifice
There's a price that is secretly included:
The interlude between each roll of dice

Today is just an echo of a memory
As we journey through the mazes we create
We find ourselves waiting for the promise
That comes too often but often much too late

There's a message written on a faded passing
A last recollection of a time
Where rhyme and reason have no understanding
And all that's known is spoken by the mime

Today is just an echo of a memory
No more to see than what's been left behind
And all that's left to find within the embers
No one remembers as the years unwind

One thought... maybe consider using less instances of the word "we." Other than that, it's good.

Good luck!

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