I was lost yesterday it turns out, I was confused without a doubt. Amazed to find innocent memories forgotten. Nightmares they were comatose and rotten. So I questioned myself, why am I here. The strong vocal sounds seem to be piercing the ears. Whenever I am lost in a maze trapped between thick brushes hoping to get saved. Inside a vivid imagination the forecast predicts rain. Confused without an umbrella suddenly the clouds began to cry again. Creating heavy downpours soaked from head to toe. There's too much moisture...