It seems that all life becomes a big blur When it fades into fuzzy memories Of old recollections that churn and swirl In a part of the mind once thought empty.
Faint images seen begin to appear, Though they were considered misplaced and lost. This past visioning will soon start to clear, But unknown is the true price of the cost
Of regaining sight of past experience Throughout an entire lifetime's worth of Personal penance and inherent lament, Addiction for distraction, a love
For misery's indulgence, evilness Bubbling inside a decrepit heart... Perhaps the past might have its blurriness, But I remember so I'm not torn apart.