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In the mirror's gaze, we stand,
Chasing shadows, hand in hand,
Comparison's thief steals our light,
Leaving us in endless night.
We look to others, envy’s snare,
Forgetting what we’ve got to bear.
Comparison is the thief of joy,
Takes the peace we could employ.
But in the end, when we must go,
Momento Mori, let us know.
Life is fleeting, time’s cruel trick,
Don’t let it slip while measuring stick.
In every glance, we seek our worth,
Measured by another’s earth,
But life whispers in the breeze,
Momento Mori, remember, please.
The clock is ticking, sands of time,
Don’t waste your breath on the climb.
Momento Mori, a sobering call,
Comparison fades, in death we all fall.
The thief may take what’s here and now,
But in the end, we take a bow.
Comparison is the thief of joy,
Takes the peace we could employ.
But in the end, when we must go,
Momento Mori, let us know.
Life is fleeting, time’s cruel trick,
Don’t let it slip while measuring stick.
So live your truth, let it be,
Don’t let the thief make you see
A life of longing, a life of loss,
Remember now, who’s the boss.
Momento Mori, take your stand,
Comparison won’t lead your hand.
In the end, when all’s stripped bare,
It’s you and the life you dared,
Comparison is but a fleeting storm,
Momento Mori, keeps you warm.