A deep sense of urgency arises
As my emotions give way
To the demons suppressed within me
Whilst my thoughts are thrown into disarray
Just a moment, a second is all I need
A quick glance into the past
To quench my nostalgic thirst
A turn in the wrong direction
Might get me lost within my own mind
But I stray not from the path
For I cannot forsaken what I came to find
I walk endlessly through these empty hallways inside my head
Doorways full of memories and mysteries
Aligned at each end
A lingering sensation lies as a warning
Memories are memories
They’re not worth mourning.
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