The Burden of Reflecting

lost gray pictures of my past stain greener pastures of my future
 rememberance and recognition forces me to reconsider
 I am seeking to regress and recreating what I've found
 a new beginning torn away
 I'm spiraling spiraling down
 empty hands on the ends of these reaching arms need the touch of something real
 year by year we seperate further
 we are forgetting how to feel
 for at the end of this long rope I hang in wait of fading echos
 uncertainty haunts my everything
 I look into tomorrow and I see nothing...
 so tell me how it feels to be me
 I've lost so much I cannot recall my identity
 I would die for yesterday not caring where I need to go
 reshape relationships back into what I used to know
 tomorrow is so far and I no longer want to find a replacement for all these pictures that are lost in my mind