Transmissions

It’s so easy to get lost
In distant times an broken chains of thought
It keeps coming back to me
And although it’s long ago
It still feels like yesterday
I used to run away vut now there’s no escape
And my reflection disappears
The images inside my mind evaporates
So listen to my lamentation
This final transmission before I terminate
What if I had known the cost?
Would I have chosen differently?
Would I have chosen differently?
Would it be the same?