Recklessly I cruise a plateaued plane One I call memory lane Which in hindsight was kind of insane I'm not sure what I was looking to gain There's not much other than pain in the ones I retain I know this, it's beyond first hand eyewitness obvious, Even prior to being forced to meticulously explain Becoming increasingly familiar with that ruthless domain Thankfully some truly cherished living snapshots remain However, most have broken free from their neglected, rusty chain And I'm left cursing the bane of my existence, While, in plain sight, the flashbacks that cause my eyes to drain Swerve in and out of my lane Joy ridin' my misery or being metaphysically driven to the torture of the mind and soul, Instigated by a fraction of a fractured brain That to this day isn't clear on what's it's actually sayin' Can not seem to refrain from immersing myself in self inflicted pain Forgotten or slain? What's it matter if the outcome will be the same; Me, laying motionless in front of a raging train, Leaving only a crime scene stain One that'll go as unnoticed as it did when it flowed through a main artery vein 'Till any and all evidence of my unspectacular, Super localized reign Washes away in the rain And I become nothing more than a name