Column Inches

An old account, corrected, don't know what I expected
This walk down memory lane became a mugging, jacked my train
Brought me back from the fringes--hold those old column inches
The bylines use my name, but I don't rush to stake my claim

Inhabit my old frame of mind
What used to occupy my time
Mirrors reflect in parallel
Multiple branches of myself

Can't see the forest for the trees, these different infinities
What you saw from the rails--recede your eyes, you draw the veil
What was apparent became opaque--who am I to be the arbiter of fate?
I could write a narrative that supports my hypothesis

Crafting a reason from excuse
To grasp my ties and cut me loose
I can say with total certainty
That man in my memories is not me

Tell me, what does the future bring?
The man who remembers everything
Blessed are the amnesiacs
So blissful the man who stared right back

Don't call it a callback, it's so clear--the fault lines were already here
Will you be the one who acts or falls right through the open cracks?
I got a brand new mission to settle the contradictions
At the end of the day, I can absolve myself, yeah it's okay