You can tell I've gone mad, off my rocker, bonkers. Constant  race with myself, for what, I am not sure. Feel her warmth while you can, come morning time she'll surely be gone. Lost in a haze, bent for hell bound. Summer born, into a fiery heart. It's tough living without  a part of my heart. To start is not to begin but to simply MAKE A NEW MEMORY WITH ANOTHER.....