In my head I have trapped a hundred stories
tales of different times and different glories
And I can’t tell where ends the truth, where starts the lie
Which one are you and which am I.
The earth keeps spinning round and round
I remain lost hoping to be found

At the water’s edge I look below
The subtle stream moved so slow
Don’t know what there is to see
The reflection there, it isn’t me
Can’t recognize my sight or voice
It’s the result of every choice

The fire grows and belows bright
Bringing warmth to my delight.
I feel it singe, ravage and burn
Like the decisions I’ve made in silly turn
And as the night grows old and dim
My mind takes its turn to grim

You stoke the fire so it may forge the strongest steel
Through it’s desire, you slowly forget how to feel
The steel is strong but it is brittle
I’m feeling lost, I’m feeling little
And fire is getting higher
I might surrender I’m so tired.

Can’t believe this is what I am
You said go and I began
But I don’t recognize the shadow in the dark
And the fire. It’s giving off sparks.
I deflect but they still burn
No matter how I twist and turn.

I told myself I’d keep on living
Every day just keep on giving
But I’m giving to a jester
Who exists only to pester
And my mind can’t find distinction
Between my facts and and all my fiction

Perhaps the time is nigh
To finally write my last goodbye
To swim away to the abyss
Where no one will dare to miss
A silly wretch as damned as I
And so my friends I say: goodbye.