The world seems like two places,
Older now with two faces.
Chasing the one I see is the one I used to be.

I wrote this future for myself.
Words and forces broke my hell.
As I escaped to where I am I forgot the place I was,
The starry sky can start to dance the shimmer in my starry blood.

As science became surface deep,
The cheat codes seemed to up and leave.
My belief in knowing how went somewhere else and left me now.

True existence in theories and dreams.
Memories, happiness, anger, and screams.
Finding out the defined meanings of everything I assumed I liked.

My memories determined my future, and as I remember them I seem to get cuter.
What I never knew.
What I thought I was.
How was it true?
YOLO.