The raven is showing up at my door, he's asking How have you been lately? Are you okay? This is not a dream, it's actually me talking to you About the things that make you This is me talking to you About the things that make you Yes he's right, I've been lying to myself the whole time If I was to make a guess, it would be that time I failed And never bothered to ask why Hopefully, I'll find my way This is me talking to you About the things that make you Let's make a quick recap, shall we? So you started from there and went on to that Somewhere along the way, you got lost but then Managed to get back on track. One may rightfully say That the people you met and the things you did shaped you Into who you are right now. While I get that you don't feel Particularly well talking about all of this, I am here to remind you That we're all sick, but not terminally ill. And that healing does Involve a certain degree of pain. For poets always write about war And never of peace, for they can not truly appreciate it.