Fire on the walls of my heart
They take me back all the way to the start.
Dreaming with my eyes open wide,
And all the emotions, they poke me inside.
Every thought I have, my mind rewinds and takes me to the past, I wonder how.
Maybe because I am like a broken compass now.
Gazing into the labyrinth of light,
So long that I near lost my sight.
Trying to make sense of what remains,
And using it to the utmost possible of possible gains.
I cannot find, what others found.
But somehow, now I have what others don't.
