You're in the new world, I'm in the old.
You are modern, I am dilapidated.

I don't know how it happened. Maybe my mind chose not to follow you; maybe I couldn't take your fast paced life style and I longed for a simpler, rustic one where I was closer to my origins in nature and far from any kind of depleted, toxic, fashion-influenced feelings. Maybe I couldn't hang on and you couldn't wait for me. Maybe I didn't want to go and you didn't have the strength to carry me with you. Maybe I buried my fathoming future and hid it from you. Maybe you just forgot me and I was too late to remind you of my eyes.
I don't know how it happened. It just did. Now you're with them and I am the forgotten cast-away of your ship; lost and floating in the night sea, alone with my memories and tortured thoughts; feeling hung up and blue. The fish in the ocean will gather around my drowning soul and wonder what happened as you laugh and smile and dance with your new, puppet, monkey friends.
I don't know how it happened, all I know is that whatever happened, happened for a reason. I don't know the reason yet but I'll look out for it; wait for it to come to me or for me to go to it. If providence opens it eyes when I call it's name; then I know that I am still alive as I escape the void of the cold waters of Sweden and escape my shallow, bizarre dreams. I think of how ironic it is that I turn into my own Lorenzaccio; a man willing to fight to retrieve his identity and to change the cruel things for the better of everyone around him.

I'm not asking for help because I know you can't help me. I'm asking you to remember me when you'll finally forget them.