A broken heart
speaks a sober mind
blurting out suppressed fears

all the pains swallowed in time.

I no longer desire fame

Or seek acceptance In this bitter,

Recurring Game

Though Honest Interest is welcomed.

But is this my fate
I've failed to try
in the face of something great

Unsealed, the package
A

Corrupted manual Script.

I miss the old me,

And these are New Times

But there's nothing to remember

For I will not dwell in the abode

of grief and unwarranted despair.