This evasive past
has become a fog within me—
it does not affect
my soul that much anymore,
but it blurs my vision;
looking ahead appears
to be only a threatening temptation,
and reaching my future
seems to be only a just reverie.
I did not know I was trapped
in these walls of glasses,
maybe people built this around me
so I could blame myself after.
I have taken million of attempts
to call upon the name
that was bruised on my lips,
but not even a break within his voice
vibrated through these ears.
Now I understand,
     why these consequences
     are scattered at my feet—
Now I know,
     why everything was so far away
     within my reach.