Moth Or Flame Part One

Am i just a moth? Or am i a flame? Laying still and filled with pain I blame it on the same old games That always seem to ensare my name Running backwards Into a time written by more rain The solitude of my youth Does it make me sane or insane? All i know is everything ticks at once Inside my scarred brain Life to me is like a long list of riddles Seing everything, Because nothing in my mind that is formed is little Memories remain, and when i recall most memories are the same Happiest thoughts derive when i was younger Or being in the forest by myself no one there to call my name in vain