Once again i have arrived
Within my past that i survived
Standing young
Facing the son.
Void of fear
My conscience clear

Entering the world which i dreamt of so long ago
Watching clouds coalesce turning air into snow

I remember a place where i slept
I remember a moment that i wept

Its like time cannot pass
When I become the teacher of physics class. I keep forgetting precisely when i am
Then i look down upon my flowered stem.

Remembering each prick of the bloodied thorns
Reminds me of my blood soaked holy horns.