Retrace

Ghosts in their natural colors, dancing across my eyes
They guide me to splintered paths, to all the pasts I never had
Every step met with questions: No depth, no perception
I’d retreat as far as my mistakes could take me
At the water’s edge, I bowed my head to drink, only to drown
Retrace, then return
Time won’t take us back
Memories steeped in vagrancy
I can’t face the present
Without turning to the past
At the water’s edge, I bowed my head to drink, only to drown
Retrace, then return
Time won’t take us back
Visions we’re cursed to carry
The terror of being temporary
Our choices confine us
But our resolve defines us