It is not the same tired sky Another dawn I can’t deny The cycle spins—I’m still inside With ghosts I swore I’d left behind I will change my name, and remove this frame A different view Though still haunted by a neverending fame Echoes trapped from a borrowed age I ran Clock hands mock with steady pace Less calm they seem to speak It’s neverending—no last page Echoes trapped from a borrowed age I will change my name and remove this frame I will change my name
