Where I begin,
And where I end,
I wander endlessly through the path of my life,
Hoping that one day
Something will lead me back
To the piece of myself
That’s been lost for so long -
So long it feels
As if it never even existed.
Trapped somewhere
In a dimension of the past,
Yet I still tie it to my future,
Because I believe
That where I begin,
There too I will end.

I believe
That all I see in black and white -
Those faded, once-imaginary images
I called memories -
Will find their way back to me.
For how could I know who I am,
Or who I am becoming,
With lack of remembering,
With thoughts that has faded?
Only the pain remains -
A pain that lingers
Through years, through futures,
Endlessly enduring
- becoming my home.