Who is that, looking so scared?
Peeping through my window pane
It is just a perception
Of my youthful reflection
Wary of my ego and my past
Looking for me out in the dark
All my sins have come together
Holding hands in a circle
Outside my door
Demanding from me the reasons
Of my actions in my past
Tumbling and tossing to the ground
In this bright moonlit night
My diminutive soul is confined
I know it all so well
Their reasons for creating this hell
They are asking me to pay
With the remainder of my days
So they keep me up all night
I sleep all through the day light
I know that I might not sleep
As the rest of my nights deplete
This is how I must repay
For those past distant days
NICK KLER