The memories of the forbidden zone,

Will ever outshine the rest.

This new adventure to a new home,

It feels, somehow, like a sick kind of test.

The test to see if I have grown.

Have I at all in this time?

The questions do not feel like my own,

They feel like those for who I rhyme.

I try to impress them but they merely sigh,

“His newest obsession,” they all cry

The memories of the forbidden zone,

Were some of the worst, and best of my life.