Rivers Of Memory OR Lost In Time
I remember
Early childhood days
When it seemed that I wanted
To live forever
On an island all my own
With imaginary friends
Who loved me as I was.
I remember
Early adolescent fantasies
Where I imagined being the fastest runner
To win a race
Being cheered on by pretty girls
While other boys envied me
And wearing ribbons of blue.
I remember
Early adult dreams
When I stood on a pulpit of clouds
Preaching aloud and screaming
Damnation to passing sinners
Seeing myself cowering among them
Shivering in fear at my feet.
I remember
Old-aged regrets
Burying a wife, running from marriages
Begging for help and receiving it
Even as I plotted the heartbreak of my lovers
And clinging to the pieces of my self-made hell.
I sit here now – tired and old
` Drowning in a river of memories
Staring down a barrel
Finally understanding what it means to be
Lost in time.
BANG!
Early childhood days
When it seemed that I wanted
To live forever
On an island all my own
With imaginary friends
Who loved me as I was.
I remember
Early adolescent fantasies
Where I imagined being the fastest runner
To win a race
Being cheered on by pretty girls
While other boys envied me
And wearing ribbons of blue.
I remember
Early adult dreams
When I stood on a pulpit of clouds
Preaching aloud and screaming
Damnation to passing sinners
Seeing myself cowering among them
Shivering in fear at my feet.
I remember
Old-aged regrets
Burying a wife, running from marriages
Begging for help and receiving it
Even as I plotted the heartbreak of my lovers
And clinging to the pieces of my self-made hell.
I sit here now – tired and old
` Drowning in a river of memories
Staring down a barrel
Finally understanding what it means to be
Lost in time.
BANG!
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