Forgotten
I, the lone witness, stand at the precipice, I understand I have a choice.
Do I give or do I take?
Do I hope or do I do?
What about this life is worth it?
How simple it will be to sit by and let it die with a whimper,
All the others passing by.
1x2 the slats are wide enough to see through.
Cough, choke.
Do I dare or do I do?
There's nothing you will ever want that will equal what you dream,
but a dream is a nightmare behind the scenes.
To and fro, back and forth, in and out, day and night.
Again and again until the colors at the end change shape before our eyes
on the night we lost our minds.
We held ourselves together with a thread.
Nothing more, nothing gained, nothing less.
Everything lost, you see, close your eyes wide.
Will you ever understand that you can only hear what you say
with your ears full of mud and your steps mottled, son.
Try to walk, try to crawl, but you can only run from yourself until you fall.