Echoes, part 1
Everything becoming familiar
Recurring to be, again, again…
Echoes of a former life haunt my new one
I can’t be without, it’s my curse
I live perpetual doubt, it’s my curse
Always filling the gaps in my own sanity
With another she, every time.
I have to trust in difference.
The echoes of so long ago, when
All was right, it doesn’t feel the same now
Oddly I feel the echoes of depression
For some unexplained reason
Shouldn’t I be happy? Or is it illusory?
She seems great, she seems right
Is it all a dream? It should be good
But all I feel is emptiness
Is it the echoes returning again?
I have it all, or at least enough.
Or is there something missing?
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