The Burden Of Reflecting

lost gray pictures of my past stain greener pastures of my

future

rememberance and recognition forces me to reconsider

I am seeking to regress and recreating what I've found

a new beginning torn away

I'm spiraling spiraling down

empty hands on the ends of these reaching arms need the touch of

something real

year by year we seperate further

we are forgetting how to feel

for at the end of this long rope I hang in wait of fading echos

uncertainty haunts my everything

I look into tomorrow and I see nothing...

so tell me how it feels to be me

I've lost so much I cannot recall my identity

I would die for yesterday not caring where I need to go

reshape relationships back into what I used to know

tomorrow is so far and I no longer want to find a replacement

for all these pictures that are lost in my mind