Distant but Beautiful

My affliction, my addiction
Risen so far, the bottom looks like blurry fiction
A huge gap, a chasm in all my treasures
No measure, no force can bring me back
No measure, no force can resurrect the laughs
Where life was sweet and full of joy
When I was a little boy
Giggling happily in his father's protecting arms
No alarm no worry, until of course his chat with Jesus and my vision grew blurry
For a part of me was gone
My path distort, mission abort
We start from square one in the middle of the race
The farther I dive into the pool
Beginning the upper levels in school
My past thin as salt, mostly cloudy with a chance of thunder storm
To the near future living in a dorm
His voice audio, face and body 90's pixel
When I look into the mirror I see 2 versions of one face
That part can never be erased
I am him, he is me
Coffee over tea
A mountain overlooking a sea of memories
The cut off line the horizon, distant but beautiful
That is what he now is
But I guess life is life, death is death
And I should do my best to enjoy each everlasting breath