Emptiness racks within me in my soul
And I feel the trembling reaching up
The Golden Circle paints me all anew
The rays try to uncover what was there
But the pain won’t allow me to be me.
And it hits my face with such lovely force
I sit here moving but still in static
My mind wanders as the green lands go by.
I miss smiling with no effort, it’s me
I miss being careless, free from burden
I miss the pointless and endless laughter
It’s simple, I really miss being me.