Scattered fragments from my past
As seen in broken glass
Like morning light through the leaves
Reflecting distant memories
There is no road
That leads toward home
Nothing to hold on
Never could quite belong
Old books pile high
Flickers of candlelight
To resist emptiness
And embrace this existence
I miss her like a river
Running back to the sea
Those ties that bind within our mind
Searching endlessly
Old books pile high
Flickers of candlelight
Scattered fragments from my past
As seen in broken glass
Grappling with self consciousness
Disordered wild and meaningless