I keep having these memories of whose I do not know to whom they do belong to of this my mind won’t show will you help me friend decode the message I have seen I cannot do this on my own it seems the walls are caving in The vision is getting brighter now while all else slips away let me tell you of my vision friend before there is none else I can say
I am driving down the road friend of this I cannot forget The road starts shrinking to as small as it can get I try to keep my wheels straight but against my will my grip begins to slip careening off the road through traffic cone and traffic cone suddenly I stop this is where it gets fuzzy the man who was next to me is no longer there he lies in front of my vehicle glass tousled in his hair
This is no confession for I know I have not sinned these are not my memories yet I feel the pain they bring I am good my friend I pray, I laugh, I care I am one of the right ones I have made it this far and I will make it further I am what’s right So why must I see these wrongs This is not my memory and I will drink until I believe that