I feel like I came from a world of light
and was born into a world of shadow
I understand things I should not
and know things I could not
It's like a past I cannot remember
a history that haunts me unseen
I can feel it behind me
but when I reach it evades my grasp
always staying a breath from my stretching fingers
I wonder if this is a type of madness
or something the soul knows deeply
It's my question without an answer
one that I don't know should be asked
To inquire may draw me deeper into a false world
Yet the seeking may bring me closer to truth
and for this reason I shall follow this trail to its end
For no matter what happens, this world is not my own
