When was that, again?

The piece of me, 

Fighting for the chance.

Lost in the nebula of a gamble…

 

When was that, exactly?

Tragedy, and shellshock,

But a single jump,

Turned the whole world upside down.

 

Violins versus guitars, 

I remember seeing that horizon for the first time.

The sea of freedom.

The city of promise.

 

Now I want a better view.

Somewhere, it doesn’t matter where.

Just as long as it’s mine, and mine only.

My own kingdom.

 

As my keys are being passed,

And the action unfolds,

I need my headquarters. 

You don’t know how ironic that is.

 

The reason may be sad,

But it isn’t like before.

It’s too difficult to explain,

But once I find it, you’ll see.

 

To another year.

The year of onward.

To ever after.

The final frontier.

 

No, I’m not scared.

Why should I be?

I’ve already seen this upcoming part,

From when I was six.

 

No, I’m not scared.

Why should I be?

I’m close to my hill.

My perfect view.