So here I am - now where was I?
If I'm speaking the truth then what's the lie...

I went insane Yesterday
So many Yesterdays - come n gone...

So let me skedaddle or skip or paddle,
Hurtling on at top speed on a horseless saddle...

Wide awake,
After i saw the reality...

I may hold my head soaring,
But I feel hollow sometimes...

When you walk down the path you have chosen;
You stand alone, strong pretence yet so broken...

Has the world around me has changed?
Or it's just the time...

I sit here in this room of mine,
while my hands pour in the feelings...

Everything is just an illusion,
Dreams, when we wish it to be real...

The ache that aches, like a bottomless hole;
Deep to the roots, of my heartless soul...

The morning of mourning has begun.
As I hold my crumpled, broken child...

Lonely days; darkest nights;
Yet i move on...