Transmissions - Xenturion Prime

It’s so easy to get lost

In distant times an broken chains of thought

It keeps coming back to me

And although it’s long ago

It still feels like yesterday

I used to run away vut now there’s no escape

And my reflection disappears

The images inside my mind evaporates

So listen to my lamentation

This final transmission before I terminate

What if I had known the cost?

Would I have chosen differently?

Would I have chosen differently?

Would it be the same?