Chants and Incantations running through my head
Most I cannot understand,
New languages intertwined with old
There is no way I can understand all of them,
I once knew them all
Each purpose and meaning by heart,
Now they are more like traffic jams inside my head.
My brain cannot handle this many memories of pasts and magic’s,
This one is confusing enough,
But escape is futile for me.
As much as I try my thoughts can not be controlled,
They keep coming and never leave.
I have no use for them,
I am seldom ambushed anymore,
And there is no epic war for me to fight.
Now-a-days, there are not many uses for a spell to make some one internally combust, or to summon a creature human eyes can’t see…
…So, why won’t they go away?
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