I’m alone with no memories,
And I can’t get rid of time,
Cause I lost my south at eight.
Running towards the finish line,
Though this dark existence full of ghosts,
It’s hard to look me in the eye.
I don’t think you’d like too,
Not someone like me.
The finest words are lost in all those lines
Books you borrowed and kept.
What’s it like to feel loved?
I’m alone with no memories…
In this discomfort I find order
My left side rejoices,
A luminous mind left alone.
