...once again..
I am turning to the past
holding the future with a hand..
moving...
kicking the door..hard.
and kicking and kicking it again...
I'm shouting at it.
walls are cracking..
my world is shaking...
I'm not losing the grip now.
I will not.
not this time.
I'm kicking it hard...
my time is waiting at the door,
and it's locked.
I am turning to the past,
holding the future with a hand...
and I'm shouting at my present.
I'm ruining my days..ruining my nights...
I want to be what I am..what I used to be.
I'll give it all,
I'll ruin my world, will break
all the doors...
just to get back to ME.