Here's the thing, maybe it's just a hunch, maybe you'll even fight back, and doubt that anything persists here, I can't get away from me anymore.

Can you hear the sound of the enduring days?
They only bring me agony, today I have mine.

Peace is forgotten on the desk
along with books that were never read, but were once written, they form dormant shapes, and I'm here fighting against the climb
before my legs scream, I still feel the passing of the days
touching me and me looking for myself, in these corners
while there are so many encounters
and I'm trying to get closer to so much that no longer fits here
I sing this pain that invades me until the pain becomes real pain...