I walk through life today,
Unsure of what I think or feel.
Perhaps it is depression,
But the smiles come and go.
Perhaps it is confusion,
And I tend to put my money on this.
I know the present,
And I am certainly not bold enough to say I know the future...
But as for the past...
Therein lies the question.
A supposed time of joy and innocence
With nothing but hazy fragments that continue to fade.
Thus, I am this empty being you see before you,
For how can I possibly define a soul,
That should have been defined
Once upon a time...