Flashback to three years ago
Sensing what’s next seems foreign
Grasping this and that as if it’s everything
Even when it doesn’t come to you

Trembling lips, crumbling vision, ringing mindlessly
During that blink of an eye,
record it to review  
In different angles, it could be anything

Flash forward to three years more —
Choose what arrives often,
to erase bizarre questions that may crawl
into you

You mustn’t get swallowed
by self-made potion
Before you realize, it’ll paralyze everything
When it doesn’t come to you