I remember something from the old days.
I remembered when I would touch upon my thoughts.
How they would comfort me in my darkest hours.
Reminding me how I would arise from my dark times.
Like I’ve done before, time and time again.

As time goes on, my mind gets a little more scrambled.
The thoughts that once comforted me only haunt me.
Constant reminders of the struggles I’ve had to endure.
Dealing with many obstacles in life, I forgot to keep sane from within.

No one told me I would find myself at the foot of my own mercy.
Wanting to be released from the ever-turning cycle of rebirth.
But life’s challenges never stop, I’ll always find myself arising once more.
I beckon for myself to stop this madness, tormented way of living.

I can’t help but wonder if my mind is even mine anymore.
Even so, out of desperation to obtain my true self, I endlessly trudge on.
Deep within, I feel as if I’ll come upon something I’ve been searching for.
A sign or a small light in this darkness I call my mind… a small ray of hope.

Written By: Synciear (Syn)