am I here again ?
these words are not so working,
always picked the underdog
and is this what's called perfect?

so I went into the forest
and on the tree I had my axe
the chips were blood, oh I'm the purest
where did I leave my mind,
maybe, somewhere in my past.

hope rang free, and I collapsed,
a vessel in an upturned torrent
stand again, as I'm to last,
this perseverance is abhorrent.

I am but a castle, on the shore
and waves drag me down,
crumbling ever before
the sea, you cannot surround
maybe in debris,
forgotten voices will someway sound