Sometimes I look up and want to cry.

Sometimes I look down and want to die.

Sometimes I look left and sadly sigh.

Sometimes I look right and wonder "Why?"

But then I look forward and smile high.

For each moment in my past that I lie,

The voices in my head multiply.

Wanting me to succumb to their forever lullaby.

The demons of my past shout and cry,

Begging me to just rest my eyes.

"But I'm not tired," I reply.

They try to win our game through deciet and lies,

But I'm far too stubborn to comply.

So forward is where I smile bright,

Looking on to the future and distant light.