Time Already Passed Me By
Time has already swept me into oblivion As I write these words there is no one to write them The person who I think I am has been fabricated From shards of dreams and the froth of chaos
Although it would be great if I was special I know that would be delusion I long to know some answers About this life and universe I find myself
Early memories of separation Reels and episodes spin in my mind’s eye Imprints upon celluloid or the stuff that matter is made of Even the thoughts from which Read more »
