This is the pivotal point
When the shift of power tilts leaving you desolate, clinging to what little bit of spine that you have left
When you are shattered incomprehensibly, a collage of yourself in tatters, a foundation laid bare
When the truth had been there all along, just buried in years of deception, waiting for the light
When your reflection is of someone you don't know, an artificial mask that's dying to come off
When freedom is something you thought you owned, but realize it is only granted from yourself
When it all seems infinite before you
That is the pivotal point