bright lights
shine on my face
is it the light of forgiveness?
or the light of disgrace?

revelations
of things I've done
make me uncertain
if the battle is won

I don't know
if I can grasp this
A million things I feel
infinate things I've missed

I've done all this before
ten-thousand times over again
it's too much to understand
and not worth it to defend

who do I blame for this
does it belong to another?
ultimately it's mine
I must own it, and recover.