All I can recall from my hectic childhood was a very early memory that played in my mind like a dilapidated recording tape, Scenes flashed before my eyes, capturing my imagination as an entirety, Lights passed by so quickly, I couldn't even keep track of what I was picturing. It was as if a small portion of myself separated and I was tremendously taken into a dreamlike dimension, This frightening cycle of not being able to differentiate between actuality and fantasy grew overwhelmingly rapid like the constant flood of blood running through my veins; My attempt to wake you was so regrettably disregarded, So control took the lead role over my body and simultaneously woke me from my hasty rest.