The Prophecy of Old Sage

Spider webs as I painted my heart with the color of your shadow, I've found great reception in the insides of eyelids where I see what you can't see and I live where as you just go on as if you didn't miss the train, you say the train missed you. I got hit and thought I died, destroyed and mangled was my pride, I got hit and thought I died, destroyed and mangled was my pride. From a distance everything looks so picture perfect, that's why memories are like eggs, some are good and some are... bad. Perception may sometimes lead to deception. Perception is deception, are your memories like eggs?