28 May 2012
I was where I wanted to be. I was with my love to be. I stood up, and our world collided, we both died.
I was fighting a war for him. I ended up giving my life for him. The king; the pole of his flag stabbed me dead.
I lived long and happy this time. I died old with no regrets from time. I woke up in a different body, Well, I must truly be mr. lucky?
I lived so many, I don't even remember anymore. Trying to live life in the present, no past no more. Never a tunnel with bright lights. Never a great God of sheer might.
Just, death, and rebirth. Death, and rebirth. Death, and rebirth.
When will I experience life for the first time? When will I forget my lives and the time? When will I be free from the torment of memory.
Old Man's Memories • Opuss № I