I don't have a home.
I wander and roam.
Each memory a dream.
Things aren't as they seem.

Freedom to dream, moonlight and sorrow.
All things I brought for a better tomorrow.
Shining gold ring in my tired, sore hand.
Shame all my groups always disband.

A Priestess and a little girl.
Both in an alternate world.
I never really left my bed.
All my real friends are in my head.

From kings to jokers, puzzles to fate.
It's the final goodbyes that I really hate.
The bell rings, then I go. That's how it is.
There's no way to change any of this.

"Don't forget me," I choke on my tears.
But people always change throughout the years.
I'm back to the start, alone and quite scared.
But I couldn't go back, no, not if I dared.

But what if it's me?
The final boss, I could be.
The end is drawing near.
And there are those words. "Vision Clear."

Closing my eyes, drifting again.
But this time to where this sick story ends.
A goodbye to love, a thankful nod.
Please forgive me for cheating, oh ruthless god.