Retrospect

In cover of a dazzling full moon

I pace in the hall rendered harmless by the memory

Of what I used to be night's soon over

I dread another sunrise the pain of knowing

I might have changed the world

I couldn't pass with a compromiseBut the healing hand belongs to the living

And I am no longer

The world will go on without me

I'm no longerWhen I leave I'll feel a soft asuagement

And with minimal manliness

I'll bow to hail the light when night's over

I'll sink into oblivion but still I will remember

I could have changed the world

I couldn't pass with a compromise'Cause the healing hand belongs to the living

And I am no longer

The world is the same without me

I'm no longer