Every time I, slowly swim through the memories

when will this finally end

Every night I, simply look for the remedy

It all happens again

looking forward is not an option,  my eyes they cannot see

looking forward is not an option,  what happens, happens to me

looking forward is not an option, for behind me it is lurking

looking forward is not an option, for in front of me i am searching

all this time I,  couldn’t swim through the memories

i knew I would sink

open up wide, it’s just all an anomaly

every time I blink