Here I find myself again,

Re-embracing thoughts of then.

Ponder that of which I was,

Ponder that of where I've been.

Visions flash and disappear,

Pieces hidden from my view,

Connecting them should be so clear,

Parts of time remain askew.

Answers of this world I seek,

Though all I've found seems far to bleak.

My north and south begin to clash,

I fear I have become to weak,

Day to day though still I strive,

Staring through distorted glass.

On and on my brain will drive,

Waiting for this life to pass.