Alone at last you roll over in your bed trying to unwind
Spiraling through a whirlwind of unseen images
Events that only exist in the deep depths of your mind
Not to be mistaken with the current happenings of the day
Delirious you go out once again, if not only to forget yesterday
You start a new path often, never truly reaching the end of the road
Constantly getting lead astray by the intense pleasures life presents
Never thinking about the consequences and the debts that will be owed
Poetry
Lost Memories
