Within the dancing of my brain
Nothing I see is quite the same
Faces and places I’ve seen before
Now disappear and are no more
Signals traveling along each track
Expel the thoughts I seem to lack
For who am I what have I been
What is the history of my dreams
All is empty and that’s a fact
Just now and then a bit comes back
To haunt the ones I love
My fears are real where have they gone
No longer there as I wander on
Towards a vacant future.
PTT 05.11.18
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