If only the echoes in my mind
And ghost of lives past
Could leave me just for a day
The dark skies no longer cast
The shadows, make me look rather
Intimidated as I grope about
In my unbearable time here
Nothing is easy I could fucking shout
About wasting my life and time
On things so mundane
When in reality I’m free
Not weighed down, just a little insane
Mark Lyth 