I've not lost yet! Though Its seems I have. Every letter spelt on the walls seem to say the same. Even Truth has lost its true meaning. Still,I've not lost yet.
Stopping Time from telling my story, I tell it myself. Grabbing the Same old tissue box for my tears I mumble on and on without a pause.
Listen, I've only started this walk so spare those words that judge my strides I'm awake within my Senses, Feeding life into dead souls, Stopping time from telling my story, I tell it myself. With highs and lows between the lines Causing life to exist in ink. I've not lost yet!