Lost in the past, so it would seem,
constantly my logic fight's it.

Against my will if you know what I mean,
these images were never invited.

Flashing awake, not only in dream,
A choice? Not mine, so I fight it.

The battle, it fustrates, so I scream,
crippling and cruel, A mind devided.

There is hope, A glimmer a gleam,
A way to see happy, I know, cause I tried it.

I shout "Shut Up" really loud, really mean,
my tangled rope with the knot, I untied it.

Excepting now, and all in between,
joy and sadness are now invited.