When my despondency,
Breeds fondness for,
The things still haunting me,
time just chases me down these corridors,
that I’ve lined up in my dreams.

Facing down my present state,
And who I’ve never come to be.
I’ve been misinformed,
Or not even warned,
by those ahead of me.

This nightmare will pass, it doesn’t last,
And I will find my inner peace.
Time can’t sit still,
It never will, it will only trick me,
If anything.