I find myself again
struggling to comprehend
decisions made
truths never spoken
the life clock is closing in
nearing three minutes before
a new day begins
the doomsday bell is
calling me
I insist I am
innocent
the blood you see
is mine
I stand by the chosen path
though lonely roads await
my feet afirmly planted
on soils of old
albeit cold
I find a way
to manage
