In the glow of the light

A streetlight flickers.

A car passes by.

From all the whispers,

I rose up like a cry.

A cry from fighting with life,

battling daily, constantly failing.

"Take the old man's advice!"

From the same man who's always flailing

his sword, and still barely touches the enemy?

The same man who has no real view of the world?

(I heed the ghosts of the century,

their work, the verses, the words.

I trust the shaky hand.

I trust my mind, in hopes of it not betraying me.

I search for the land that's banned,

the line that remains for eternity.)

From the same man who held the gun to my head, but didn't fire?

Reopened my wounds, thought he won, but I grew, the pain took me higher.

Left there to die, a smirk grew on his face,

while the colors left my view,

while the memories faded with grace,

I felt free, alone, and new.

As I died, I’ve regrown.

Everything I once knew now felt distant...

Every face I’ve memorized now felt unknown...

Every place I’ve walked now felt different...

A new world in my mind.

Every step a new experience,

every detail feels refined,

but I do feel lost in the difference.

Nothing feels the way it was. Nothing ever will.

I don’t think that I could be the same.

The sun will shine, but darkness stands still.

This world I didn’t leave, but it forgot my name.