Looking for a way out

Where have I been or where have I gone, As a man finds himself lost, screams out, yet is alone, I see a path, a way out I hope to find, Only to discover I'm walking in circles, Through the demented dimensions of memory in my mind. Though the further I go in the thicket of delusion, Aimlessly wondering and running out of time, As dusk falls upon the day, twilight at last, I find myself in quicksand, sinking into my past. No more light ahead, hopeful dreams or high aim, I finally accept the fact that I shall be tormented, with the hurt, grief and pain. Oh what I'd give to relive that moment in time, To travel back and fight to make that golden moment mine. Time after time it would be the very best, Then and only then would the demons, Of my present memory be put to rest.