i stand alone,
marooned on some island,
in the middle of a vast ocean of emptiness;
there i hear the tumult storms of pressure,
i feel the cold touch of fear slowly trickling down on my back,
i can taste the bittersweet taste of memories long gone past,
memories of a time when i was known,
a time when i could walk the streets and hear the masses shouting my name,
now, i hear the echoes-echoes resounding, rebounding- echoes of an epoch gone forever.

i stand...