You know, I struggle to see the person I am anymore, because I’ve forgotten who I am,
I always thought I was confusing, incredibly, because the confusion, that was at a time, a companion,
Blurred everything, like a painting that had been neglected, its colours smeared, for the artist saw the work was in vain,
But now it’s cooled down, and the Sun isn’t blazing down on me, I can think clearly, music soft-spoken,
Like your glorious melodies,
But as I lie here on my bed, already minutes into the new day, the routine seems sweet,
And life doesn’t seem too bad, because I’ve been praying for this still, and now that I’ve got it, I’m sure not giving it up…ever.