The Sign

It was like a story with a fatal flaw from the outset.

I'm searching for deep in a sea of I cant sink

And the morale of my story is lost in the glory

Sometimes when I was lying there in bed at night next to her I would wake up in a cold sweat and I think, what am I doing here.

That was indication. It necessitated change.

I am the same as I was before in that my soul and body have coalesced.