I thought myself back to a day when I was not this way
The thoughts came full force and they hurt
But the lack of those thoughts remain in my brain
Never the same, never quite sane
Never are they there long enough
What is it that I am hiding?
What is it that I am actually finding?
Not a thing, nothing plausible.
I remember some old times, but I never really look back on them
I remember some good times but I never really know what to do with them
I see some old faces and some old games I played
But I never really dare ask questions