Typhoon: Empiracist

This one has been hitting me straight in the emotion-box since I first heard it a couple of weeks ago. Its the first song of 2018 that I find myself needing to come back to.

You find your land legs. And you learn to imitate.
You’ll wear any feathers and hope that your efforts attract a mate.
One day your children find you, locked in the bathroom, staring in horror at the reflection of your face.
You say you’re sorry to the guests at your party.
But you can’t help wonder, who is this person you celebrate?
And so the light fades. It’s still your birthday.
Blow out your past lives like they’re candles on the cake.

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