You swore you'd always be there,
That you'd never change,
Psychotic delusions,
playing through my mind -

You promised it would never dim,
That you'd never seek the darkness;
Remnants of a past self,
haunting through my soul -

You forgot, of course,
That you were me,
And I am you;
We are just different forms
Of this one particular life

You should remember this:
Life is but a story,
retold and
replayed ceaselessly

And it's okay to constantly focus on the road ahead
Whilst relying solely on your past self,
As long as you remember that they
are entwined.