Is this a memory or a dream?
My mind is hazy,
like an unfamiliar voice on a jukebox.
I can't seem to remember what I need to remember.
Is this a memory or a dream?
I want to remember the truth and not be trapped in servitude of forgotten news,
But everything isn't as it used to be and now I know not of what once was me.
Is this a memory or a dream?
A massive stack of cemented bricks keep me prisoner on the other side,
the other truth,
But surely there must be some way around if I only had the heart to remember.