Look at me
I have nothing
No memories, no past
Barely a present
And the future?
The mere notion of the future
Scares the hell out of me
My shadow knows more than I do.

Woken up in the desert of pain
I had this piece of burden
Lodged into my back
I don't know how long
It has been there or
How long I have been carrying it

But I knew if I didn't get this thing
Out of me, that I was going to die
So I had to make a choice
Give up, die with no name or take it upon myself to live
Live to find my desperate answers.

Now here I am
Sitting across the table
From the world
Writing out my restlessness
Hoping and desperate
To let my obsession
Get to the world