Looking past the future
Sounds like a game for fools
I fit the bill
No matter where I run
My life distorts the same
The past fades every day
The present becomes a haze
The future I wanted I can no longer see
Did I ever know myself?
Did I ever even live?
Or am I a subject to my surroundings?
What became of my personality?
Personable turned to perishable
Honesty faded to hostility
Did I fade away or are my days a haze?
If I pull back the veil
What will happen to me?