AT LAST

AT LAST

At last, the end
The blindfold hits the ground
This game was played before my eyes
Took me back to the start
It denies the chance to see my own lane
My own script
And i peek behind the scene
And i hate to see my self the way you do
I run to the water
My life before my eyes
I carry my own piece of universe
I crawl through the smoke reaching for a hand
I long to get back what you stole
Get it back
This is the end, my own fiction.