Yesterday seems so far away. Do you remember? I'm trying to forget. Deep-seat synthetic dreams, implanted memories, and false confessions. Fast-forward to your wake: what will they say? My mind is a blank. My hands still shake. Lead me to the answer. The medication is the cancer. How far will you go to perpetuate a lie? Open wound transit passenger drifting through a flood of guilt that pulls you in and burns you out. Closed circuit bent lucid dream drifting through a flood of guilt that's just enough to pull you in and burn you out. It pulls you in and burns you out. Clutching, grasping at, gasping for a second wind to unwind all the time spent hanging from a cliff that sits and waits above a pit of the unknown where paranoia takes its form. The ashes are reborn.