I look back.
So many holes in my memory.
So many people i have been
Yet which am i?
All of these;
The memory,
The reality,
The dream.
Here and now,
Then and there.
The yet to come.
I look back.
So many holes in my memory.
So many people i have been
Yet which am i?
All of these;
The memory,
The reality,
The dream.
Here and now,
Then and there.
The yet to come.
When one least expects
Along comes the soul,
The one who simply loves you
And your human ways.
Limbo.
You have been afraid to even spill milk
Because the world did almost end once;
Unseen bullet holes.
Unseen scars that seeped into bone.
But that was then
And that was them,
This is now
And they are gone.