And I will breakdown
Leaving All in my shadows
In the downfall of existence.
I dig deep, but am unable
To recall the memories I've pushed away.
It is once again that time,
And I am unprepared and slacking.
You call out to me, I think.
I cannot hear through the silence.
Adamant as I am, I carry on.
I see familiar sights
Passing through my journey.
Remind me, please,
I don't know
Where I am, or rather,
Who I am.
It's all a mystery game,
Leaving me and my sick score
To win the prize.
If only, you see, the prize
Was worth winning.
Then maybe I'd be a bit more
Assertive. But when reality
Is a dreaded victory,
Can you really blame me?