This is my time, here I draw the line.

This is my time, here I draw the line.



I wont look back, I wont regret. Now its time to rise and shine.



In countless gasps and gut wrenching fear, I walked a path, shaken and blind.



Wondering how long I will last. But alas it all went past and now the path seems clear.



I promise my self, I will look afresh, I will give it yet another chance.



For this is my time, here I draw the line.

Am I still me?

Am I still me? The one I hoped to be? In the countless promises, made to myself. Some broken, and some trying to keep.



Am I still me? Or have I changed another identity? I ask myself my reality. An answer so desperate to see.



Am I still me? One wanting to be free. Change of events seem illusions. And illusions challenge my sanity.



Am I still me? Held onto this statue for eternity. But Letting go of this only to grab another. Seems just like a formality.



Am I still me? Am I the reflection I see?