What am I doing?
Introspection serving me,
It is yesterday or today?
I told myself repeatedly,
I just needed to get away.

These lyrics haunting my memories,
Boxes of the past had opened,
My senses unleashed for second chances.

The perpetuation of my bugled mind,
Simply takes defense of a weary body.
That craves short of my sanity.
Uncharacteristic swings of life makes me alive.
My fascination is my sanctuary.