My eyes have adjusted to dark. And so is my heart. The weight of the world has covered me. I'm in over my head,. Am I living or dead?. Can anyone hear me calling out?.
Afraid it won't come round again. Afraid to move on. Wishing I could go back when. Everything was easier and meaningful for me. Wanting all we left behind.
Our faces were forgotten, the unrecognizable. It's a mystery in this paradox. In a time we were abandoned to a maze of miserable. But that time has been forever lost.