Sometimes I glance at my past,
And I find myself standing, alone in a vast.
Sometimes I stop and glance into the present,
And I find myself lost, in the dark's pleasant.
Sometimes when I try to portray my future,
And I find myself standing, alone in the rain's burden.

As I see the rain fall onto my skin,
I feel hope cascading within.
As I walk through the street, with no hope beside,
I search for a path, where peace collides.
As I find there's no hope left to rise,
With every step, a part of me dies.

As I walk, these city lights blur my vision,
And I get lost in memory’s incision.
As I close my eyes, I want a dark embrace,
But I wake only to find myself in a loop's disgrace.
As I find my days, full of numbness,
And I drown beneath my own stillness.