A silhouette of a memory
Comes to lighten the day
But darken the night,
For what should I fight?
There lasts a convection,
Of turbulent disconnection.
What can I do?
Where lies my trust?
I seek what I am,
But what can I be?
What should I fear?
And follow whose lead?!
Am I my constant,
Or am I afraid
To selflessly consent
To eternal aid?