A tide, too strange, hits you right on the spot...
A spot that had been there, too vulnerable...
You barely survive holding tight as you could...
All the leftover pieces of you and your past...
In a dear embrace which long lost its warmth...
You force your eyes to see what's left within... Only to see scattered pieces that seem alien... "Who are you?" staring into your own eyes...
A strange soul look back at you and then...
A subtle cry answers from within...
I thought I knew, I wish I knew that I knew not...
