I have found lately
Resonating
Within my mind I find asleep
A familiar person of me that I knew long before

It's interesting
This little blessing
That I call requiem can be such a drug
I linger upon its song longing to be ever in its embrace
But who
Are we
To question
Our integrity
Time to go back again

I've got a present
This little heaven
I keep inside me locked tight away
And still I leave it cracked open in hope that it will escape

I know I may be
Intimidating
What with all of my insecure false fantasies
But still I remember that the world I live in is real to me

Why
Are we
Here or
Why aren't we
I don't want to go back again

I feel that I am
Wound around and
Raising my hand
Out of the sand

I am afraid that
I don't know that
This life is over
And I am still here

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lupar, in the year 331 AF.