If only... I knew my path I could ascend to solace an absolute.

For a clean mind thats not half baked, a future of value I could create.
Melancholy thoughts linger in my lobe, echoes of past suppression, memories I wish I could re-wind, redo, make new.
Seasons change, time is reference not existence, the meaningful memories I keep close. The pain I keep hidden.

If only... I would breath life into myself in the past of dark thoughts,...