Shadows seem to cover the memories that I once enjoyed in my life Underneath the clouds; I try to piece together my confused and distorted Mind. If I could pause time and reflect a little longer on the one true Meaning of my life, I might understand better. There's no time though, because my Existence here has come to an end. I'm waiting for my life to flash before my eyes. Rarely do I pity myself, but I can't help but feel inexistent to the world. Realism is finally staring me in the face, and who am I to oppose my fate After all, I've been without family for ages and have never mourned I seem to forget that I'm dying, without ever really knowing why I lived No one is here to remind me how my life was when I meant something