Crackling from the fireplace
Abstract flashbacks appearing
Resisting the familiar patterns

A construct of my own making
My hands are shaking
By the thought of facing it again

I lean back and apply what I've learned
To stop the process from starting all over again

It seems it works
It fades away
I resume my duties

It took me sixteen years to realise
That I was meant to walk through winter nights
Despite all indications

It took me sixteen years to realise
That I was meant to walk through winter nights
When doubt appeared in my mind

It took me sixteen years to realise
That I was meant to walk through winter nights
But daylight tends to appear again

In control with diligence
My mind is a cloudy place
In which I need to be aware
Of what lies hidden beneath
Layers of realities
I made in a different life
I thought I had buried deeper