there, over yonder, in the brush
a memory
its hard to hear the audio feedback
the side effects of gun play
this memory is old
decayed, it sits like a lonely child left out in the rain
cover it up with the new
live the life you've wanted
live the dreams that have been neglected
you think they know you
running
running from what? a nightmare?
this memory is still old
it pains you
follow the ladder
then you will find peace