Some memories I've left behind,
some may have come along,
flashing back time to time, every glimpse that comes back,
makes me realize,
there is still an empty space,
crevices that remain vacant.
In a war with myself,
fighting the will to ever fall,
with the will to just deepen the creek,
if only this life was enough,
then again and again,
shall I fix step to step,
all over,
to be with you.
in the next,
I agree with the world,
as a fact i may be,
for a fool I am,
again and again.
