Distant dreams mapped out in my mind,

spiraling memories caught by the hands of time,

whispering voices that reminisce of the life left behind,

drifting South; drifting somewhere,

falling deeper, sinking to the depths of me.

This deafening noise of my past masks the cry from within,

the silent plea that drowns in this din,

the voice of she; that voice be me; the one of sin,

drifting North; drifting nowhere,

falling faster, losing control.

Let this life wither and scatter to the winds of fate,

these thoughts; this vessel that seems so out of date,

this torment of life now lived so unnatural and fake,

drifting East; drifting everywhere,

falling helplessly, searching relentlessly.

Let this transparent glass shatter and break,

for she who stands before it; witnesses truth in hate,

in this reflection you are judged by your mistake,

eyes open and full of pain,

let your emotions surface and flood like rain,

your cheeks now moist and softly stained,

watch the girl in front of you; the one you never knew.

Body languid and full of ache,

shivers full of fear from what lies at stake,

holding; gripping onto herself firm; this life ready to take,

watch the girl in front of you; the one you never knew.

Step aside out of view; start again all brand new,

let go; let loose; the past subside let it vanish; nothing more you can do,

live it over make your mark; relinquish this ghost it's all up to you,

watch the girl in front of you; leap forth without the slightest clue.