Allow me to introduce who I use to be,
The Ghost of Christmas Pasts comes back for this eulogy,
To protest against the mutiny I've slowly become to myself,
Struggling in this blissful waste land trying to find wealth,
Trying not to cringe, looking for some help,
And as I start on my quest, time starts to melt,
Not knowing how I felt so my feelings begin to dwell,
And that's when the Ghost of Christmas Present, showed me what I'm dealt,
So I realize what I have, and in the window I see me,
Too depressed when I back track, yet I choose not to believe,
At this cross roads of this train track, trying not to let go,
Yet I can't foster the thought of holding on, as if I don't know,
That my decision has been made, but I don't get to see it,
Because at that time I'm visited by what's too revealing.
It's the Ghost of Christmas Future, lurking by my side,
Showing me my fate, and how I'm going to die,
I'm baffled when I see what I have become,
To know the battle I based my life on, was ultimately not won,
And that in the end I was erased, because I was deranged,
Crucified on a stick stuffed with hay, and finally set ablaze,
Because I had lost my mind, and that's the way to be tamed,
And when your chest is made of tin, that's when you are blamed,
But I caged that lion in my heart, and I showed no fear,
And the message I got across was loud and clear.
