Sometimes I forget where I came from,
Not so long ago, not so far away..
Yes, I think for too long,
Nothing too dull, nothing too great.
It seems I had a purpose,
Now that's blurring around the edges.
All I am left with is a glaring hole-
That tends to burn, and scar too many places.
How much can we survive?
how much can we change?
how much can we scarfice finally to get our own ways?
Sometimes I forget where I came from
What did I achieve to date?
Too much too little? or
Too little too late?