Until We All Know Who We Are

But I don't count on that happening any time soon.

This is what desolate isolation is.  What was it all for?  Much longer than I thought it was.  It's all about starting and stopping.

Impenetrable fortress of insanity.  These barriers can't be overcome.  I don't know how to ask for help.  And what of other ideas?  But have I narrowed things down?  It's truly some next level shit.

What was it all for?  Just everything getting in the way.  I'm not even sure if I was wrong.  And all I need is more time.

In a darkened room.  Everything just fades away.  It all drifts away.

Is that my life?  Could it be mine?

Overcome.  It has to be overcome.

Joaquin out.