The mistrewn misconceptions now a year older
Brings forth an ocean of deepened emotions long forgotten
Do I dare emerse myself with the past now evoking to be my future?
Embarking on an endless cycle of the road thoroughly traveled
Only to reveal wounds still fresh from injury
Yet the blind future hold truths and promises not yet realized by the heart
So I am ultimately left eith a delima
To drown in agonizing bliss
Or be led blind into a merceless war unarmed