those times, I was a total blank
I went my way, never looked back
the place where I've learned to treasure moments
taking my own sweet time, every memory…intense

i enjoyed the waves and the ducks,
I never even thought to turn back
I made a fool out of myself,
by singing the blues while crossing the highways
by crying while laughing, awake but dreaming

The amnesia is gone, I am back, now I know...
but why...can I not write what I feel anymore?
why can I not cry anytime I want to anymore?
Did I lose that right for myself?
has it been forgotten and left at Turks?

Might be that I have lost myself as I pursued the right path
Coz I still feel like diving... playing, returning
i am dying... and I’m still lost
at Blue Hills, Turks & Caicos